They have poetic images in them too.

justam wrote:Yes. I think they probably are.![]()
They have poetic images in them too.
justam wrote:I woke up to a vivid dream this morning. I wonder what it means.
The elements of this dream that I remember were-->
a sad brown hound being kept in a closet (with big muscles yet the poor guy was so passive!) I felt sad that no one was taking him out to get some exercise.![]()
some person scooping large ice-cream sundays for customers while I was trying to pick up a flyer for something or get directions? (?)
A pile of carpets that my husband was throwing away that were actually mine from my mom. And, I wondered why he was getting rid of them without asking me because some of them I still wanted!
Oh, and apparently, when I found my hound in the closet, I remembered I used to have a horse that I gave away too. (!)
It was an odd dream.
johnny america wrote:justam wrote:I woke up to a vivid dream this morning. I wonder what it means.
The elements of this dream that I remember were-->
a sad brown hound being kept in a closet (with big muscles yet the poor guy was so passive!) I felt sad that no one was taking him out to get some exercise.![]()
some person scooping large ice-cream sundays for customers while I was trying to pick up a flyer for something or get directions? (?)
A pile of carpets that my husband was throwing away that were actually mine from my mom. And, I wondered why he was getting rid of them without asking me because some of them I still wanted!
Oh, and apparently, when I found my hound in the closet, I remembered I used to have a horse that I gave away too. (!)
It was an odd dream.
This is actually a poem in disguise. JA likey.


johnny america wrote:Rollings, as much as I like CRAB drop from the top,
I'll hand my face what your brain cannot.
Rollings wrote:johnny america wrote:Rollings, as much as I like CRAB drop from the top,
I'll hand my face what your brain cannot.
Yes, Johnny America,
that is so true

Rollings wrote:I'm glad that you look good
I'm glad that you don't practice witchcraft
I think you should know that I like you as much as Christmas
I feel the heart of you like families do
You'd look good on a motorcycle with me on it too
I love you deep back and... what?... do you think that I could not?
the smell of pine smells like you
the warmth of sunshine reminds me of you
or sometimes the sun
even when its done

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