And in the midst of slumber I am

awakened. Dreams of shadowy figures seep

thru my brain and torture me with fear.

~ Charlotte Anselmo ~

Dreams

My dreams are made of crazy stuff

I marvel at my mind

Floating colors, bright and wild

Where do these things I find?

People floating in and out

Unknown faces some of these

And when awakened from my dream

My memory they tease.

What causes these strange dreams of mine

Is it something that I ate?

Perhaps that hot fudge sundae

I did eat it rather late.

~ Charlotte Anselmo ~

But....then again, sometimes I
dream about pretty things.

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