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To fly in my dreams – I felt like a plane; my fingertips caught pieces of the wind, my whole body lifted by the ache of leaving. My feet forgot the ground, wings cut through clouds like truth through lies; my eyes shut, yet I saw everything – the pulse of direction, and the taste of sky. Goosebumps rising like warning lights, from an engine burning _faith for fuel._ Then the fall – sudden, violent, real. A flash, a scream, a crack – the dream quickly split open like glass on breath. I woke in the wreckage, a cold sweat for rain, still hearing my wings trying to hold me.

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Oct 23, 2025

Oct 23, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Dream in Descent

To fly in my dreams – I felt like a plane; my fingertips caught pieces of the wind, my whole body lifted by the ache of leaving. My feet forgot the ground, wings cut through clouds like truth through lies; my eyes shut, yet I saw everything – the pulse of direction, and the taste of sky. Goosebumps rising like warning lights, from an engine burning _faith for fuel._ Then the fall – sudden, violent, real. A flash, a scream, a crack – the dream quickly split open like glass on breath. I woke in the wreckage, a cold sweat for rain, still hearing my wings trying to hold me.

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Last night I dreamed of you, mother-in-law. You were resting by the pool— the one where we once spent our family summers. I crept in quietly, not to see you, but to see him. But you turned on me, your eyes filling with tears, asking the same words he once threw at me: “Did you come here to ruin his life?” I kept asking you— What story did he tell you? Because my parents wished him well, said he was a beautiful man, that he would find someone just as special. Why did you never reach out? Why did you never say a word? Your eyes red, your voice breaking— I told you not to cry. It wasn’t worth it. You’ve suffered enough— you lost a son, you had a cruel husband, you lived for everyone else. And still, you remain strong. You are a warrior, mother-in-law. So don’t cry, not for this. At the end of the dream, he appears at last, smiling. And though you spoke, I no longer heard. I only saw his smile. And I wondered— why was he smiling?

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Oct 3, 2025

Oct 3, 2025 at 6:14 AM UTC

girlinflames

Dream

Last night I dreamed of you, mother-in-law. You were resting by the pool— the one where we once spent our family summers. I crept in quietly, not to see you, but to see him. But you turned on me, your eyes filling with tears, asking the same words he once threw at me: “Did you come here to ruin his life?” I kept asking you— What story did he tell you? Because my parents wished him well, said he was a beautiful man, that he would find someone just as special. Why did you never reach out? Why did you never say a word? Your eyes red, your voice breaking— I told you not to cry. It wasn’t worth it. You’ve suffered enough— you lost a son, you had a cruel husband, you lived for everyone else. And still, you remain strong. You are a warrior, mother-in-law. So don’t cry, not for this. At the end of the dream, he appears at last, smiling. And though you spoke, I no longer heard. I only saw his smile. And I wondered— why was he smiling?

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An abandoned cathedral where I drag my soul to repent for my 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. A lady appears in a wedding gown- I feel like I am 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 again. Her dress turns 𝙧𝙚𝙙. She turns her head— and wicked reads her eyes. I face my fear and go too near to find that she’s gone 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙. She disappears and then appears a puny 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬-𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡. It chases me, I trip, I fall, they drag me to a hall. “𝘕𝘰! 𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴!” I wake up- deep breath & sweat. I wonder of what it meant… To dream of 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩.

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Jul 23, 2025

Jul 23, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC

BeezeesPoetree

The Dream of my Repent

An abandoned cathedral where I drag my soul to repent for my 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. A lady appears in a wedding gown- I feel like I am 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 again. Her dress turns 𝙧𝙚𝙙. She turns her head— and wicked reads her eyes. I face my fear and go too near to find that she’s gone 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙. She disappears and then appears a puny 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬-𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡. It chases me, I trip, I fall, they drag me to a hall. “𝘕𝘰! 𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴!” I wake up- deep breath & sweat. I wonder of what it meant… To dream of 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩.

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