Dreams are the magnifying glass we use,
Before diving into the subconscious ocean.
Each fantasy a kiss from intuition,
To discover locked away emotion.
The cranial key designed by day,
A handle carved from yew’s lumber,
Unlocks a world beyond reason.
Some restless nights I impatiently wonder,
Where will my dreams take me tonight?
Will I feel horror from a shadowy beast?
Or caress my lover in sweet embrace?
Will I indulge in a feast?
Or will I remember no dreams?
Fantasy reveals what I love and fear.
Through slumber the oracle rises,
Dreams are the ultimate mirror.
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Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
The Bloody Blood in Your Veins
Our Origins Today, I read something I didn't know—one more thing to add to all the other things I didn't know. By the time I grow up, I’ll have a collection. But it was intriguing, and it inspired me to write this post. I hope you enjoy it.
By Rene Volpi 2 days ago in FYI
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I looove this! Dream interpretations are wild. The connection to the subconscious is so enlightening.