Daily Prompt, Poetry, Scotts Daily Prompt, Writing

Memory of Dreams

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, First light

I awoke
I remembered my dream
My oldest friend
And I
On holiday
On a strange island
We were going glassblowing
He dashed ahead
I lost him
I panicked
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I know dreams don’t really mean anything – but this surely means my dreaming mind is more creative than my waking one.

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