Dream

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When I sleep and dream

All laws of Physics go right out of the window.

At once

I’m in a room

Yet out in the open streets.

Turn my back on the house

And it is gone

No matter where I search.

There is Mum and Dad

And many more

No longer with us now.

Sometimes I recall they are dead

And ask them of their afterlife

But their answers make no sense.

At other times

People change from one to another

Or even morph into objects

Or animals

Or anything.

While dreaming

Stories and memories pop into my head

Often false

From nowhere.

I set out to do something

Only to get frustrated and lost.

Stress dreams just before I wake.

Dreams of jobs I hated

And piles of paperwork.

Dreams of the past, present and future.

No Tardis required.

All space and time

Thrown together

In the whirlwinds of my mind.

Yet the good news is

That sometimes I can fly.

Paul Butters

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