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Day Dreamer in a Nights Dream
I knew at once that my eye lids had fallen.
It was a peculiar slumber
but, strange peculiar limbo.
Go to the medieval buildings
which hang on cliffs,
cliffs stretching upwards off the island in the sky.
The island was the magical place.
A place called Demi,
Demi in the sky.
I found my self aware.
Aware of my
"This is dream"
My voice echoed beautifully
in the heavenly perfection medieval city.
Thinking back moments before.
Remembering the bed which evidently still bore my body.
How could I be so aware of my dream.
I could see.
See the beauty
of my precious
I could feel.
Feel the lush grass between
sense on my feet.
I could smell,
I could dance,
I could play.
I could taste!
The wondrous pond of savory water.
The lush clouds in every direction.
The pristine castles of stone grey.
The perfection of harmony.
I knew that should I wake
idealism would die with the dream
Edger was dead.
His mind was the victim of self loathing.
His evil shadow was a walking curse
hiding in plane view of the day.
One day Edger's shadow had disappeared.
Though the sun cast long shadows of trees
when it rose
and when it set
there simply was no shadow of himself, in any length or any form.
The following day after that
a pond acted in place of a mirror.
Where rippled the same long shadowy trees
reflected on it's watery surface
was Edger's shadow.
A twitch of fear came
A realization of an absence of a face
A declaration of dark doom
Where once stood Edger's face,
Now only stood an un-empathetic shadow.
In that instant Edger had become his fear,
and within that fear he had lost.
Now stood the evil victor as he chanted his methodical words
Black is the color that represents the only future I will ever know.
It is the color of the silent shadows.
It is deep subtraction of light that once held my soul now devoid of life.
I am my own shadow,
and like my sh
Shivers ran up Gregory Thorne's spine as he came to the full realization that he was laying on top of a cold metal slab. Wires of different shapes, sizes, and colors were spread out all over his body. He noticed one in particular. It was large, opaque, and came from the darkness above. It connected straight into his head:
Another dream? He thought, but with that thought came the all too familiar awareness that only the conscious mind knew. If he wasn't dreaming then where was he?
A sick feeling echoed through out his body and his vision became blurred. He started to loose consciousness, but before he slipped into darkness he saw the image of a man with a mustache standing over him.
May 9, 2062: 0900: Cocoa Beach, FL
The dream was over and Gregory awoke from the darkness.
The day started relatively normal. Other than the fact that it was his seventy fifth birthday Gregory was pleased that he could still experience normal days. He had his health and his son.
His son Simon Thorne was an e
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