The visitors arrived again last night
there are more of them now
nameless, faceless, yet familiar
and comforting
my fear of the beast stalking humanity
keeps me up most nights,tossing and turning
the visitors wait
they descend in the early morning hours
of my deep sleep
they are busy, doing something
I don't know what, but their presence
grows stronger
maybe I will attempt lucid dreaming
and ask them who they are and why
they're here
but I think I know
the visitors are here to comfort
and protect me, maybe from my
own thoughts and imagination
but the virus is no imaginary beast
the virus is real
maybe the visitors are too
Fascinating insight into how you dream. I like that the visitors are here to protect and comfort. We all need visitors like that.
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Thanks, Ally😊
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A lovely bit of poetic story, Sue. I enjoyed it. Sleep well, my friend. 🙂
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Thanks, Bill.
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I believe that all the things we imagine are real–just on a different plane. Your visitors are there to help.
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I would say your visitors are every bit as real as the virus!
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Yes, you know.
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