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Dream Guides: Chasers


I fall asleep

Images form

I'm panting

I'm running

In a dark alley leading to a maze 

In a lean swaying building

I hear my name 

Shouted

Numerous times

A variety of voices 

Strained

From behind me

Not very far

I did not answer back

For my throat was blocked by lead

Peering back

I see fifteen figures

Fifteen

Against one

All in black 

All alike

Desperate

Smug mouths 

Why me?

They call

For my attention

My mind wanders 

For a minute

Thinking

Is it my imagination

Or do I see

Clones?

What do they want?

Being hit hard

Back to reality

I notice

I have slowed my pace

Allowing the fifteen figures

To catch me

I hear 

"I--"

I wake up

Heart beating

Saying it is just a dream

But have a mix of feelings. 

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