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The Somnambulist

Last night I was a somnambulist. I strolled about in a snowy white mist, then took to swinging on a branch that I found upon our 3-acre ranch. I told my dad, it was very weird. He said it was the strangest thing he'd heard. I replied, "I'll snap out of it and clear my head". I woke up to find it was a dream instead.

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Ink Empress

Date: 11/6/2024 1:04:00 AM

Dear David, what a creative poem, sometimes we dream things and sleep walk through different realms, to wake up and realize it was just a dream, iv had similar experiences, especially when we see good ones its sad waking up from them. Pleasure reading ~ sending you light always

David Crandall
Date: 11/6/2024 12:13:00 PM

Hi Ink, In the dream I felt things weren't making sense, and I shook my head to snap out of it and that's when I woke up. The only things about the dream I changed were I changed my little childhood home to a ranch to make it rhyme, and I was only metaphorically in a mist (which rhymes with somnambulist). So, it's weird, I dreamt I was sleepwalking. Yep, some, you don't want to wake up from.

Tom Woody

Date: 11/5/2024 2:43:00 PM

Last night I was an ibis but yours is better

Tom Woody
Date: 11/5/2024 4:20:00 PM

I was thinking maybe a pine cone. Idk

David Crandall
Date: 11/5/2024 4:08:00 PM

Haha, tonight, maybe we'll be something else.