Just Dreaming
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Every wonder where they come from?
I’m just glad that I still have some.
Sometimes they’re pleasant and seem good,
sometimes vague and misunderstood.
At times they’re funny or bizarre,
like riding on a shooting star.
Often it seems they’re teaching me,
past life lessons I didn’t see.
Sometimes they seem like déjàvue,
in another one I was you.
Once I dreamed, I wasn’t human man;
my whole body was made of sand.
Dreams are intriguing, so much fun.
Recurring dreams are never done.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2024
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