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I had a dream

Have you ever seen a dream that felt so real, that when you woke up, you could still see it and remember each bit?

I had the strangest dream last night and the words wrote themselves out in my dream. All I had to do was wake up and type them down before they slipped out of my fingers like grains of sand…

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I dreamed last night

Of  crystal, green waters

 I saw the white sands beneath

An outline of the mountains, beyond-

A haze, brown- grey

I saw  fishermen

Not one, but few

standing in a line-

Their sun-burnt bodies, burnished  

glint in the sun

I saw the sinews on their arms

each rise, each fall

as they hauled a mammoth rope

their calloused feet firm, in the dew-wet sands

I saw no boats

neither at shore nor at sea

 

I felt my feet rise

Above the ground

In my hand, I had a pillow

Soft, filled with downy feather

It helped me steer

 

I saw me flying

with the sea-gulls

the green waters beneath

the sands and the mountains

I felt light

at ease

happy

And then I descended

I was on the beach

A few steps away from where I had started

I trudged through the sand

the pillow in my hand

There were no fishermen

I passed by a couple

They looked at me , a strange look

I felt their eyes

 

I saw a home

The women asked me where I’d been

I couldn’t tell

For they’d ne’er believe

I entered

 

There was an old man- the patriarch

He sat on a chair

dressed in white

He smiled at me

kindly

His eyes said, ‘I know where you’ve been’

He said, ‘Food is on the table

We’ve been waiting for you’

I woke up, it was dark

I was on my bed

I closed my eyes

I remembered

The smell of the sea 

The feel of the sand beneath my feet

The warm, salt air tingling my blood

The lightness

The breeze

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