As a child I had recurring dreams
Of Indians, death and gorilla themes.
The Indians rode on painted ponies,
So real they seemed, they couldn't be phonies.
Turned out they were real and scouts to boot,
My Dad was tapped out, ain't that a hoot!
The gorillas were loud and right outside,
I cried to Mom, I had to confide.
One morning she woke me and said "Listen up!"
My gorilla was only two bird dog pups!
But the worst of all was my dream of death,
I was dying or dead and couldn't catch breath!
Just how would I die and when would it be?
Turns out I'd have to wait years to see.
Mom said, "Never fear, for Jesus is here."
"Just pray to The Lord, and keep Jesus near."
Soon the dreams faded, gone from my life.
Understanding my dreams, had lifted my strife.