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Posted by Jay Olson
January 6, 2016 -
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I listened to the whippoorwill as I closed my eyes to sleep.
I dreamed about the soaring birds--I've dreamed in slumber deep.
The lilting tunes of the mourning dove awoke me with the dawn.
The early bird will get the worm as the dew lies on the lawn.
Dreams of love and dreams of war have traveled through my mind.
There is no end to what I dream--I've dreamed most every kind.
Some times I wake with smiles of mirth painted upon my face.
Some days I wake with terror and dread about the human race.
Sometime my dreams are brought to me by food from my last meal.
Some dreams I see are triggered by things I see or feel.
I never know what makes me dream--I've never nailed it down.
Every time I go to sleep those dreams keep coming around.
I could tell you stories of my dreams--some would raise your hair.
I'm not the only one who dreams--others tell me, "I've been there."
So I never dread the dreams that visit me in my bed.
A wise man once advised me, "Those dreams are only in your head."~Jay O.