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The Circus of Illusions

A dreamer gets lost in a surreal world of twisted paths and strange sights, only to find themselves trapped in a circus of illusions before finally escaping and plunging into the ocean. The dreamer eventually wakes up, but not before the dream takes them on a wild ride.

By Emmanuel MotelinPublished about a year ago 5 min read
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The dreamer wandered through a twisted world

Of surreal sights and twisted paths unfurled

Their steps took them through a landscape strange

A place where reality seemed to rearrange

The air was thick with mystery and doubt

As the dreamer wandered, lost and without

A sense of direction, they forged ahead

Trying to find their way, but with each step, they were led

To stranger sights and curious delights

A circus of illusions, full of wonder and fright

The dreamer was mesmerized by the sights and sounds

But as the night wore on, their feet began to pound

They tried to leave, to break free from the spell

But the circus seemed to have them trapped, all too well

The dreamer struggled, trying to escape

But the circus seemed to have them sealed in its grasp

The acrobats flipped and flew through the air

The clowns cackled and pranced, without a care

The animals performed tricks, under the bright lights

But the dreamer couldn't shake the feeling of fright

They longed to escape, to break free from this place

But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find their way

The circus seemed to go on and on, without end

Trapping the dreamer in its twisted, surreal blend

But just when all seemed lost, they found their way

They broke free from the circus, and into the day

They ran through fields and forests, not looking back

As they fled the twisted world and its curious attacks

Finally, they reached the ocean's edge

And without a second thought, they plunged into the depths

The cool water embraced them, and they swam with all their might

Escaping the surreal world, and all of its fright

They swam and swam, until they couldn't go on

And then, with a start, they woke up from the dream

The dreamer sat up, panting and sweating

Feeling the weight of the nightmare lifting

They looked around, relieved to see

Their familiar room, and not the twisted world of the dream

But the memory lingered, a strange and surreal tale

Of a dreamer lost in a circus of illusions, and a desperate escape from its veil

The dreamer lay back down, their heart still racing

As they tried to shake off the strange, surreal feeling

But even as they closed their eyes, the circus lingered

A twisted world of illusions, that continued to mesmerize

The dreamer tried to push it all aside

And focus on the present, on the reality outside

But the circus lingered, a strange and curious place

A surreal world that the dreamer couldn't erase

They tossed and turned, unable to sleep

As the circus played out in their mind, a twisted, surreal creep

But finally, as the dawn broke through the window pane

The dreamer drifted off, and the circus faded from their brain

And when they woke, the twisted world was gone

The circus of illusions, a strange and distant dawn

The dreamer shook off the memory, and went about their day

But the dream lingered, a strange and surreal play

The dreamer tried to put it all behind

But the circus lingered, a strange and curious find

They couldn't shake the feeling, the sense of unease

As they wondered what it all meant, and what secrets it could release

They tried to go about their day as usual

But the circus lingered, a strange and surreal jewel

They couldn't shake the feeling, the sense

That the circus held secrets, waiting to be gleaned

They tried to push it all aside

But the circus lingered, a strange and curious ride

They found themselves thinking back

To the twisted world, and the circus's attack

They couldn't shake the feeling of doubt

The sense that the circus was still about

They tried to focus on their work and their life

But the circus lingered, a strange and surreal strife

They found themselves thinking back

To the twisted world, and the circus's attack

They couldn't shake the feeling of dread

The sense that the circus wasn't really dead

They tried to push it all aside

But the circus lingered, a strange and curious ride

They found themselves wondering why

The circus had come, and what secrets it did ply

They couldn't shake the feeling of unease

The sense that the circus was waiting to release

Its secrets, its mysteries, its hidden truth

The dreamer couldn't shake the sense of proof

That the circus was more than just a dream

That it held secrets, waiting to gleam

They tried to go about their day as usual

But the circus lingered, a strange and surreal jewel

They couldn't shake the feeling, the sense

That the circus held secrets, waiting to be gleaned

They tried to push it all aside

But the circus lingered, a strange and curious ride

They found themselves thinking back

To the twisted world, and the circus's attack

They couldn't shake the feeling of dread

The sense that the circus wasn't really dead

They tried to focus on their work and their life

But the circus lingered, a strange and surreal strife

They found themselves wondering why

The circus had come, and what secrets it did ply

They couldn't shake the feeling of unease

The sense that the circus was waiting to release

Its secrets, its mysteries, its hidden truth

The dreamer couldn't shake the sense of proof

That the circus was more than just a dream

That it held secrets, waiting to gleam

They tried to push it all aside

But the circus lingered, a strange and curious ride

They found themselves thinking back

To the twisted world, and the circus's attack

They couldn't shake the feeling of dread

The sense that the circus wasn't really dead

They tried to focus on their work and their life

But the circus lingered, a strange and surreal strife

They found themselves wondering why

The circus had come, and what secrets it did ply

They couldn't shake the feeling of unease

The sense that the circus was waiting to release

Its secrets, its mysteries, its hidden truth

The dreamer couldn't shake the sense of proof

That the circus was more than just a dream

That it held secrets, waiting to gleam.

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Emmanuel Motelin

Tech nerd & cybersecurity pro captivated by storytelling. Enjoys crafting compelling blog stories & creating music but that`s not all. Learn more

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