the man
In the dark and dreary night I sit alone on a bench
Nothing in my mind
Just sitting waiting for something to happen
the silence had covered me like a warm blanket and it had felt nice
in a split second there was a bright light
the window in the apartment in front of me had lit up
the color was a blinding yellow and it hurt my eyes from looking into the light
but i just could not look away the window pulled me into a trance
i could not move or look away almost as if i was being controlled
in an instance the window was covered by a figure who i have not yet met
the figure was darker then the midnight sky and if it wasn't for the window it wouldn't be there
it seemed to grow but was actually getting closer
I was scared but still wanted to be there
it was now was in front of me but i could still see the yellow light
I saw it and knew it was a man
as i stood i noticed that the window wasn't lit and the man was smiling
his teeth were all tiny grave stones with names i never recognized
and his eyes that were looking into my soul were now yellow and shaped like a window
then i felt my whole body tingle and the man disappeared and so did everything else
next thing i know is my dad is standing over me saying get up son we have a vacation to go on
i figured it was a dream and didn't think about it
later that day i boarded the titanic
Dreams have meaning
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