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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required From reality To fantasy From boredom To imaginative Away goes my mind To my fantasy wonderland I dream of not the sugarplums Or fairies and dragons I dream of not just the ordinary I dream of things out of reality Far from things seen in life I dream of my imagination And of my creativity I go into a sleep of where the world may end I go into a sleep of what awaits for me I go into a sleep of wonders That some may not comprehend My dreams may go from light to dark From evil to good Or sometimes it may be misunderstood I could dream of flying far away Or exploding the earth Maybe even bringing the future Back to present day But this dream this particular night Awaits one big mistake A mistake one might not forget That will haunt me for the rest of my life I dream of a beautiful family Of daisies and roses blossoming outside our home I’m playing in the backyard And the sound of the singing of birds fills my ears I find a glowing rock Green and old Covered with an engraving untold The sudden smell of Sheppard’s pie and crescent rolls fills my lungs As I bury the rock under the sun I run to the door Wipe off my feet And devour the savory treat The night falls and I’m sleeping once more A dream within a dream I wake the next morning to find that everything’s dead My family is dead A deep deep sleep fills their head, soul, and body I find the mayor and 5 people coming towards me This cannot be good They come up and say What have you done? I do not ask what I have for I know not Then they say you buried the crystal stone under the sun They ask each other what they shall do Then they turn and say We should kill you Everything goes white As white as the pale white snow in the mid of December I awake in a cold sweat As cold as the November night breeze And find myself wondering What does this mean? Whether it be a nightmare Or mid summer nights dream For a second there I wondered if my fantasies alive where about to go to a dead end
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