My Dreams
9:41 AM 19 Oct 2014
My dreams so vivid in color and strange
Lifes memories recounted scrambled rearranged
Some are sad and make me cry
Some have no reason and I question why
Some are frightening and some are silly
Some are sensual and make me wonder really?
But then there are the mysterious dreams
That come true and become reality
Why was I allowed to know and see
Things that would happen to others and me
The first one I remember was silly and fun
A friend at church put a ring in my pocket then turned to run
It happened exactly the way I had dreamed
Every detail was true to the scene
Others were not so exact
But contained some form of fact
That would come true not the next day
But some time later in some major way
How do we process these prophetic scenes
To help others from the warnings in our dreams
People have become so crazy these days
So full of lies that no attention is paid
And warnings all fall on deaf ears
Because of deceit from so many years
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