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Strangers

Who are the people we meet in our dreams? And see countries and places where we have never been, People who recognise us and converse, And we answer them, I find that perverse. We see our loved ones, Who are dead Is that their way of showing us That death has nothing to dread. Strange objects and pictures, Make us wake up in fright, Causing fear and anxiety And sleepless nights Bright lights and shadows Are another part of this puzzle That makes us aggro Fierce dogs without muzzles. Mythical people and comical clowns Tramps and paupers, Kings and queens wearing crowns. Dreams involve us. We have no choice, We may say the words from our lips, But it isn't our voice. Why do we dream? Why is it so? Will we ever understand dreams, The answer is, No! Previously submitted 2022

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Alexis Y.

Date: 6/1/2023 6:03:00 AM

Hi Shirley, I really enjoyed your poem. These days I rarely remember my dreams. Growing up I remembered them more often. I welcomed and embraced the dreams that I would dream about loved ones that passed away. Dreams are like an enigma, with that being said, I long for one now. I yearn for a visit from my dad and my brother and others. Because the dreams about them seemed so real. Thanks for penning such a write. Have a great day:-) Alexis

Deb M

Date: 6/1/2023 3:29:00 AM

Clever and interesting Shirley!. Food for thought.I am a dreamer and due to a medication l have weird ones alot! I like dreaming nice dreams though…takes you another place! Debx

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 6/1/2023 1:40:00 AM

I find it strange that lately, my dreams center on my mother, who alas has been dead for over 20 years ago. May she rest inn peace.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 5/31/2023 11:07:00 PM

You would make a 'Freudian feast,' my friend. My dreams are filled with people I know all too well, work acquaintances mostly, and a few family members. Also workplaces that I thought I'd retired from -- but not during sleeping hours (from 3 a.m. or so to 8:30 a.m. or so). Dream on...