My days go by as I dread going to sleep for I see things that no one has witnessed it starts off with me walking down the longest hallway until I find a door,I go aside to a room that's black so I thought I was back in my bed safe but my eyes looked into a wall and it turned red and had a distinct writing that I couldn't read nor piece together my nights ends as my alarm rings to save me from finishing my dream but theres always another
NIGHT...
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Written November 21st, 2005
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4 Stars ****
oo.. this ones..erm.. creepy.. lil scary too.. humn.. may be your dreams are wierd.. humn.. well.. i get such dreams too but not very often..
nice write.. good work.. thanks for sharing my dear friend... just keep it up ... your humble little friend...
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Dreams are so many things. Strange, horrible, frightening, exciting, loving, etc. This one sounds like a very horrific one. You describe it very well in this poem. I really like it. Great job! Keep up the amazing work!
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dreams are unique. some are good and some are bad. mines are usually bad. but its life so what can you do. nice job.
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