I read once that dreaming of muddy water meant trouble is ahead.
Last night while I was lying in my bed,
my dreams were filled with a vacation scene.
Our vacation house was tranquil and clean.
A storm raced across the night sky.
Causing sea levels to take a massive rise.
Water was above my bedroom window.
Soaked, were my sheets and pillow.
A crack, the water found.
Frantic. Quickly my bestie and I saved my stuff from getting drown.
As we tried to leave our soggy place,
we got a slap in the face.
Blocked! The bridge was covered,
by muddy, swirling water. No safe way could be discovered.
Fear? Diseases live in dirty water.
Who knows what bugs were waiting to slaughter?
There was one calm place in the water. My bestie dove, head first into the darkness.
Like a dolphin, she disappeared into the murkiness.
Amazement. On the opposite shore, she danced and waved.
Encouraging us to be brave.
Confusion. My friend and I just stared at each other.
Finding a safer way across, I druther.
I walked away in search of that passage.
To discover; in my search, the water was receding. To the bridge, it caused no damage.
Relief. Across the bridge I traversed,
to find my bestie first.
The stairs, I did ascend.
The climb; my will, it did not bend.
Caution. What is this? A rope ladder?
Every other rung was broken. This made me sadder.
But, I would not be stopped.
Onto the mess, I hopped.
Unsure and unsteadily, I did climb.
One misstep, would ring my chime.
Afraid. Was I slipping? I wasn’t sure.
I woke with a start, my dream was no more.
All my scenery was brown.
Praise the Lord, none of us drown.
Transparent was the water pressing against my window.
I think; maybe, I even saw a minnow.
My comforter was dark blue. Other than brown,
no other colors could be foun.
The end
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