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dreams, do they mean anything?

Dreams of aliens

long limbed, long fingered

wake me in the night

 

This strange house is awake with creaks and groans

and i fear with all my might.

 

Dreams of meaningless parties

forgetting my backpack

in a house i have never been in

with people i have never met

how did i get here?

 

This strange house is awake with creaks and groans

and i fear with all my might.

 

Dreams of falling

off balconies

out of trees

into nothing

i wake, out of breath

 

This strange house is awake with creaks and groans

and i fear with all my might.

 

Dreams of nothing,

nothing at all.

white noise

a blank page

this scares me the most of all

Dreams,

that i have had.

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May 2, 2010
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