Tag Archive: dreams

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Dreams and writing

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Ever have one of those dreams where it’s so real you can feel the bed under you, the colors on the wall are vivid, and the first question on your mind is, “How… Continue reading →

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Hindsight

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  Ghosts linger in a spider web past,  light reflecting in the black moonlight of a shimmering night. . Sparkles the dawn of yesterday’s hope, life’s delicate porcelain  broken on reality’s floor.  

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One Love at a Time

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  If this is your first time visiting my blog, and all the words are running together (that happens on G+ a lot) please visit WordPress to see my post as it was typed.… Continue reading →

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Take 2 doggies and go back to bed

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Here I am again, God, typing in the dark at 4am.  There’s so much to say and I don’t know where to start. You just started.  Why don’t people understand?  Spirit is a… Continue reading →

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Typing my guts out

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Well, whatever you are,  I just can’t seem to stay away.  I’m in the dark again, typing my guts out.   But you still have your sense of humor. It’s hanging on by… Continue reading →

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Streams of thought

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Have you ever dreamed a poem before?  I wouldn’t recommend it. The short-lived Hippie in me from the ’60’s has only one word for this: Bummer! I knoweth not the shadows of my… Continue reading →

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When Insomnia isn’t insomnia

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Hi again, God.  It’s 3 in the morning. Insomnia. Not exactly. Remember that when you’re half asleep at 2 in the afternoon and can’t say a coherent sentence. Well, I took that expensive… Continue reading →

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smorgas-war

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We’ve got to stop meeting like this, God or whatever I’m talking to.  It’s 2am, I’m typing in the dark, and I’ve had another one of those dreams…again. I know.  I was there.… Continue reading →

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Time’s hedgehog

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Have you ever thought, “This is wrong…this is ALL wrong!” as you’re walking your pet hedgehog in your pilgrim suit?  Not that being in a forest wearing weird hats is any different than… Continue reading →

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The not-quite-right apocalypse

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Hello?  Hello?  Anybody out there?   Yes.  If you have any doubt, look in the mirror. The mind screams “something isn’t right.”  And how is this different from any other day? The dreams… Continue reading →