Dreams What Do They Mean

Dreams What Do They Mean prose poem

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Have you ever dreamed you could fly with no limit to how high? Or dreamed you could outswim any fish, do what you wish? Maybe a dream where you though you had control, in those you must be careful you could lose your very soul. There are sights and signs you must not ignore. I thank The Good Lord for sending a guardian Angel to keep me from going through the wrong door. Although the Angel I could not see, I felt a strong but good presence guiding me.

So follow your guardian and pay close attention or you could find yourself lost in another dimension. You see dreams are very tricky, you must be blessed to understand, in this world of billions only a few can. So if you think you can control them please take care, one wrong move you are wondering in the middle of nowhere. Dreams are they just for appeal, or, are they real? Have you ever dreamed you saw people appear who could talk without opening there mouths yet you could clearly hear? You can see they are wearing robes with a beautiful glow and what you hear is astonishing, were they Angels they had no wings?

Which made me wonder from where they were sent, because they were also transparent. I believe they were Angels so we can stop all the fuss, because they wasn’t the color of any of us. If it was a dream, what does it mean? Now here’s one that put a lump in my throat made me take note. Have you ever dreamed you came out of your body and was pulled through space at an incredible pace until there was no more space?

Super bright light started to shake with fear thinking, where am I, why am I here? A voice said you are about to see, terror gripped me. Although the light didn’t hurt, I was too scared so unprepared. But as I shook I got up the courage, I’m going to look. The voice said you are too unsteady close your eyes you’re not ready. I closed my eyes, back into my body I came,I haven’t been the same. Was it just for a thrill or was it real? Dreams what do they mean?

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of guy, Who's about to spread his wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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