Category: dreams

The empty chair

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Standing by the balcony railing

His health was rapidly ailing 

Admiring the spectacular view

Picking out the spots that he knew

Recalling the happy times he spent there

As he sampled the cool morning fresh air

Every breath calming his mind

Accepting he would soon leave this all behind

Not wanting to linger and whither away

He decided that this was his final day

Stepping onto the empty chair

Over the railings and flying through the air

Eyes closed as he accepted his fate

Time slowed down and made him wait

Confused and perplexed as he opened his eyes

Looking at his bedroom ceiling in surprise

Things are not always as they seem

It was all a vivid technicolor dream

He quickly stepped out of bed

Images of the balcony view filled his head

He stepped outside to see the same view

Picking out the spots he knew

Recalling the happy times he spent there

Next to the railing was an empty chair

Island Life

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I have always wanted to own an island

A special gathering place for my family

Somewhere to hang out with friends

Hopefully not too remote 

So I bought a small sturdy table

I put a granite counter top on it

Placed it in the kitchen

Now I have my own island

My sister bakes delicious cakes on my island

Its a great place to hang out at parties

Certainly not too remote

Proof that your dreams can come true

Time flies when you are having fun but slows down when you are sad

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Instagram followers hide your lack of real friends

Texts with thumbs up and Facebook likes

Give the impression you are always happy

Saving you from actually speaking

Lest your voice becomes an unwitting informer

Dark sunglasses hide your sad eyes

You only take them off in the dark

A fake smile masks your depression

Your face aches from forcing it all day

Blacked out windows in your Cadillac

Prevent the world from seeing the real you inside

Your trophy wife paraded in public

She plays the part well when seen

Becoming cold as ice when alone with you

She talks to her friends all day

Never makes eye contact with you

You chose a childless relationship

Too risky having anybody that close to you

Expensive home and flashy toys

A thick wallet full of credit cards

Combine to hide your mounting debts

Long hours and grinding out results

Disguise your real dissatisfaction with your job

You stopped talking to your parents long ago

Tired of them asking what is wrong with you

You hang out with the boys every week

Mostly to be seen doing guy things

Watching sports and talking trash

Downing beers for an alcoholic buzz

Your sad thoughts briefly anesthetized

Laughing outwardly at all the stupid jokes

While crying uncontrollably inside

You wished it was all a bad dream

But its there every time you wake up

You pray for the day when it will all change

You wait for guidance of a new direction

You hope for the strength to adjust

You are constantly looking for the signal

Discover your dreams, fears and hope

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Take one word from each group that starts with the same letter

Darkness

Despair

Disappointments

Depression

Light

Life

Luxury

Love

Pain

Paranoia

Perplexed

Petrified

Fun

Frolic

Frivolous

Friendly

Scandalous

Salacious

Selfish

Shameful

Happy

Hallowed

Handsome

Harmonious

Make a story about you with your six words

What does it tell you about your dreams, fears and hope?

Checkmate

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I woke up in a strange place

Not remembering how I got there

I had slept under a tree

At the edge a large forrest

I could see the sea in the distance

A path led down to the cliff tops

Instinctively I took the path

Two elderly men were playing chess at the cliff top

They had long beards and one had a toothless grin

A giant chess set with pieces two feet high

I stopped to watch the game

They took a long time between moves

Stepping between pieces and rubbing their beards

I could see a brilliant move to make

So I whispered it to the toothless guy

His grin got bigger when he made the move

The other guy was upset and knocked over his king

He rushed over towards me arms waving and screaming

He was angry that I helped the toothless man win

He knocked me to the ground

We wrestled as I struggled to get up

We were both rolling down towards the cliff edge

Spinning faster and faster as the sky and the ground swapped places

Suddenly we both tumbled over the cliff

Air rushing by as we sped down towards the rocky waves below

My whole life flashed before me

I braced myself for impact

A loud piercing noise filled my ears

I opened my eyes

My alarm was buzzing

It was time to wake up

I got dressed and headed into town

Going straight to the square with the giant chess set

The same two men from my dream were playing

The pieces were in the exact same places

I could see a certain checkmate in three moves

I decided not to help the toothless man win

Paradise lost

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Bread buttered

Filling added

Sandwiches made

Snacks added

Wine packed

Blanket selected

Car loaded

Journey starts

Busy traffic

City streets

Moving faster

Countryside views

Radio playing

Summertime music

Parking car

Riverside trail

Carrying basket

Holding hands

River bank

Shady tree

Laying blanket

Opening wine

Sharing sandwiches

Sipping wine

River flowing

Birds singing

Fish jumping

Laughter sounds

Finish eating

More wine

Loving embrace

More wine

Long kiss

More wine

Eyes closed

Holding hands

Heavenly bliss

Found paradise

Loud noise

Alarm clock

Waking up

Dream over

Empty bed

Dark outside

Feeling cold

Mid winter

Snow falling

Dressing quick

Breakfast snatched

Frantic commute

Arrive workplace

Co-workers nod

Work begins

Paradise lost 

Sleep Trek

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 The final frontier

These are the voyages of the Sleepship Dreamerprise

Its continuing mission

To explore strange new worlds

To seek out new life and new civilizations

To boldly dream where no one has dreamt before

Cue the cheesy music

And you are off

On an eight hour voyage

That can cover light years

Powered by impulse engines

Fueled by your imagination

Traveling at warp speed factor loud snore

Scotty runs the engine room

I cannae hold it much longer Captain

He tells you in his fake Scottish accent

Mr Spock has funny pointy ears

He speaks in endless boring ruminations

On the nature of humanity

And whether we will overcome our differences

To reach the end of our dreams

Mr Sulu is at the helm

Ready to take your dream

 Wherever you command

It may be scary or wildly erotic

It will certainly be unbelievable 

McCoy is your chief medical officer

He will fix you up if you get hurt

With his blinking magic wand

Uhura is your communications officer

She can understand any alien language

She wears a ridiculously short mini skirt

Suddenly an alien dreamship appears

Its those ugly Klingons again

They pretend their ship is invisible

By throwing a cloak over it

But you know all their tricks

You beam aboard for a confrontation

To tell them you will never meet their demands

When they go for their weapons

You reach for your flip phone and yell

Beam me up Scotty

Then the bloody alarm clock wakes you up

Dreaming on the Autotrain

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The gentle rocking of the train

Accompanied by the clicking of the rails

Lulled me into a welcome sleep

Warm and cozy in the sleeper car

I woke in the middle of the night needing to pee

Not wanting to get out of bed

Laying awake and listening

As the train rumbled through the darkness

Eventually I had to crawl out of my bunk

Careful maneuvering in the cramped quarters

Entering the world’s smallest toilet

Which would be a great challenge for any larger folks

Stumbling and falling back into bed

My body now refused to succumb

To the train’s hypnotic rhythm

Each rock and roll keeping me wider awake

I started to think of distant memories

Trying to recall the details of events past

Visualizing the faces of friends from long ago

Some of whom’s names escaped me

I thought of the faces from my old class photos

Wondering where all those folks were today

What kind of lives they have led

How far and wide did they scatter

I drifted off to sleep again

Waking as the train jolted

I had been dreaming about my schooldays

Chatting enthusiastically with my classmates

Their faces and voices were crystal clear

Conjured up from my sleeping memory banks

Back in those days I could never have imagined

That fifty years later I would be on the Autotrain dreaming of those times

Flying high at Mach 2*

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I had a very memorable dream last night

I was flying an aircraft

not just any old aircraft

I was flying at supersonic speeds in Concorde

not as a high fare paying passenger

I was piloting this elegant bird

it was a very vivid and lucid dream 

I was complimented on my excellent piloting skills

and received an award for being the longest serving Concorde pilot

upon waking I researched dream meanings

of course there are so many different interpretations

I picked the once I liked best

my life is so good and the sky is the limit

then I did some more research on the Concorde program

it was a joint collaboration between the British and the French

I spent over 40 years working in Anglo/French companies

Concorde was financial disaster which huge cost overruns

I decided not to make comparisons on this

it mainly served the transatlantic routes

I have lived in both Europe and the US

It was retired in 2003 as it was financially unsustainable

my first marriage ended in 2003

all of this is valuable material for psychologists

some found that people who have lucid dreams

 are less anxious

have excellent motor skills

are great problem solvers

are very creative

some psychologists would surely be asking the question

why does a senior person yearn to fly an expensive noisy gas guzzling dinosaur

I have decided to make my own concluding interpretation of this dream

 I have escaped to enjoy limitless freedom in my life

I hope Captain Hunter flies again soon

all aboard

sweet dreams my friends

first responders and nurses

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its 3.45am and my mind is racing

too early to get up

too hard to go back to sleep

nobody should be awake at this hour

except first responders and nurses

my eyes will not stay closed

I slowly get accustomed to the dark

normally my hearing is not that great

but the darkness amplifies all sounds

heartbeats are a welcome reminder that I am still living

my breathing sounds like a roaring wind

the clock ticks a slow jazz drummer rhythm 

now its too bright and too noisy for sleep

I creep downstairs and make tea

hot tea tastes good but my body is awake now

my mind has stopped racing, its just numb

I look outside at the dark night

blackness is the king of this hour

heavy cloud masks the moonlight and stars

my mind slowly empties of thoughts

allowing me to talk to myself

I question who I am

why am I me and not somebody else

who put me inside this body

where will I go after my body stops working

I do not have any answers for me

I decide to stop talking to myself

leaving space for my emotions to rush in

who wants to be first

Mr. Frustration perhaps or will Mr. Angry rush in

they both hang back surprisingly

Mr. Calm enters stage left and the spotlight is on him

I take a front row seat

he tells me everything is going to be fine

just wait a while and the dawn light will come

he smiles reassuringly and then exits stage right

the curtain comes down and it all goes black again

well that show was too short and not at all enlightening

nobody should be awake at this hour

except first responders and nurses

thankfully I do not need either of them right now

I decide to go back to bed