War Zone


War Zone 


The people I met before,

Made war with us.

We had to stay in the loft,

Instead of the basement.


Everywhere were fire-arms,

And I had a child;

Whom I had to protect,

A tiny little baby.


Finally they found us,

A woman approached us;

And with a board in her hands,

She came kicking me.

Against my skull;

I fooled around.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had.

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Astral_Tides's picture

Fascinating. I love to read


I love to read of dreams and place myself in them.

Such a mysterious realm yet so profound sometimes.

You should write from more of them ; )

"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.


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Interesting User Name/Pen Name

Interesting user name you have. Thank you for your inspiring comment! My dreams are quite horrible sometimes, the very reason I do write them down, but not all of them... I will for sure write more of my dreams down, dreams are very interesting to me, even when they sometimes frighten me. When I write them down, I can deal with them. However, some of the dreams keep coming back. Some areas keep coming back. I keep dreaming about this dangerous corner in the mall somewhere in my hometown, even when it's dangerous, I keep going back there, and I don't know why...