A door slammed and heavy
footsteps woke me my eyes
flew open as consciousness
hit me in the head. The dream

of my friend turning himself
into a frog and my arguing
with my mother over the size
of the container we put him in
in the kitchen of my old house
made me realize that I had
been rudely awakened by
my unconscious clapping
its hands and stomping its
feet to wake me in my bed.
I wandered through the
kitchen to my couch and
contemplated writing
earlier than usual in the
chair a sentence in my
head repeated itself it
was important to write it
down before my head
absorbed it in the chaos
of mundane thoughts
I slipped back into a
dream repeating the
sentence when I woke
intermittently. I lost
the frog and found
myself running down
hill again looking for
something I wouldn’t
find in a dream; Peace.
Did your friend LIKE being turned into a frog? Did he like the accommodations? 😉
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I would assume he liked it, since two women were trying to find the most accommodating accommodations. Really I don’t know since I was so rudely awakened by that door slamming and the heavy footsteps from my subconscious. 🙂
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Dreams can be such elusive things to analyze – some should never be analyzed. I wonder which kind this one is?
Thanks for the follow 🙂 much appreciated
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🙂
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