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Dec 2014
How many of you out there
Can remember your dreams?
I cannot remember too many of mine.
The dreams that I usually remember
Are the scary dreams.

I once had a dream that I had a puppy.
The puppy was a mutt but he was in
My dreams.
I did not know at the time but I was talking in my sleep
about him.
His name was Brutus.
In the dream I was screaming out,
"Get rid of him, Get rid of him."

I had another dream where I was
Being chased by people from
The future of the apocalypse.
I believe that dream meant
That Jesus was chasing me, and that He
was coming back to take us with Him
To heaven,
So that we could have a chance to be saved.

I believe that I was saved when I
Walked out of an abusive situation.
I had to walk thirty miles with my two
Children for seven hours, until I
Found somewhere for me and my
Children to stay at until I
Could get back on my feet.

This story seems like a dream
But it is reality.
Most people do not know what it
Is like to be me, because they do not
usually see what is really going on
Inside my head.
They have not walked in my shoes.

If I had the chance to change anything
It would be that I would never have
Dealt with anyone that would hurt me
Or my two children.

Dreams come and go but reality
Always steps in with the good and
the bad.

You need to take the good with the
Bad in order to survive.
You need to believe in God in
Order to go to heaven when you die.
It is God who can only save our souls.
I believe that I am going to heaven,
Because I am one of his chosen ones.
This is the only way to go to heaven.
This was actually my thoughts on dreams and reality when I first wrote this poem. This is another poem that was added to my book, "The Ups and Downs of Life: Poetry in Motion"
Written by
Denise Marie Seymour  54/F/Warren, MI
(54/F/Warren, MI)   
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