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Waking up 

Walked into a quaint little store with a variety of do hickeys. And some cute antiques. As I survey the store I see a celebrity and their friend. I walk by without a word. Because I’m sure that they’re in the normal everyday way. And probably doesn’t want to be bothered. 

I noticed a guy very excited about an old expensive bag. I go to help him see if it’s a legitimate find. 

I looked over at the TV and see something on the screen that’s very perverted. I’m puzzled by why that would be on the tube at a store. Suddenly I wake up. 

I instantly find that it’s all but a rem dream. And I began to wonder why the images were placed before me. 

Dreams are troubling for me. I’ve always had very strange and sometimes perverse nightmares. As a child my understanding wasn’t mature enough to handle them and I spent a lot of time feeling guilty of a dirty mind.

The battle field of the mind is a mean place when you’re just looking for comfort and the peace of rest or sleep. 

Protection of one’s own dreams is sometimes needed. To ask for protection through prayer or mediation and love is so critical in these days that we live in.

To be attacked in your subconscious mind is just frustrating and saddening but I know that I an not alone.  There are many of us battling nightmares and I’m just thankful that I am learning how to enlighten myself and begin to feel at peace every morning. 

C. L Cunningham 

Glad for the wake up call and moving on to a goal of a peaceful day.

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A writer of life. I have two blogs one called Kandee's Corner on mortoit.com. Also the late nite note series on WordPress.

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