Dreams

I often write of my dreams, I never understand them, yet I put them into words, in the hope of making some sense, My husband speaks of random boring dreams, of exploring building’s, I wish I could experience this, but my mind has other ideas! To some my dreams may be nothing, but to me, the fear, the discomfort, the lasting hold on me, they are not nothing.

As I lay down snuggling into the duvet, pulling the blanket tight,
I feel the darkness slowly pull over me, Pulling me into another world,
Warmth and comfort, as I fall deeper and deeper,
Unable to change my path, I allow my body and mind to be taken,
No choice, I no longer fight, as I find myself watching me,
Walk a path, A broken road,
No shoe’s, the outfit a blur,
Water surrounding, nothing deep,
Random puddles, droplets flying as toes break the service,
A scream fills the air, I see her turning, Looking towards a crevice,
A young child starts to fall, arms desperately seeking something to hold,
A fear fills the air, I see her feet fly towards the hold,
No sound, but the cries of fear, a body falling,
She reaches down, grips the finger tips, pulling her to safety,
A mini her, her in child form, She pulls her in,
Picks her up and they run, as one,
blurring into nothingness,
Until it was like they never existed,