In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Imitation/Flattery.”
I awoke from a dream and could barely recall the dreams. I don’t know if it’s worth blogging about a dream I could barely recall.
Dream one
In this dream, it was utopia. Everything about this place vibrated various intensifies of love. The gardens were beautiful but surprisingly there were no animals.
There was no pain and suffering and nothing is wasted or goes to waste because everything is sustained by the Divine.
People had eternity to learn just about anything. Some lived as if they lived on earth. There were still others who choose to return to earth.
Dream two
In this dream, those who choose to return to earth either retained their memories of being in utopia or NOT.
This dream is horrible because people don’t realize that love is all that matters. People here hurt, maim, injure, and kill.
This hellish planet looks beautiful but overall there is death and decay. But surprisingly nothing is wasted either and returns to its elements!
Dream three
In this dream, I was the queen of the place. The opposition was filled with terror, jealousy, anger, and hatred. And they wanted me to go away because I’d mess up their status quo.
However, there are those who are willing to work with me and reach my personal goal of conquering and dividing. I wanted conformity and things to be done correctly.
My sidekick is a jester. His name is Philip. He is my favorite among the hoards of misfits, who simply can’t get along with each other.
Philip makes me laugh with his quirky behavior. He knows how to diffuse difficult personalities with his down to earth connection. I listen to his advice.
Sometimes, we screw around with each other and my underlings have no idea we’re madly in love. He sings and dances for me sometimes.
When we get tired of each other, we screw around with other subjects of the courts, including outsiders for fun.
Then when we miss each other or get bored, everything is peachy as if nothing happened. And we simply find the time for a cup of coffee.
One day, I’m hoping he’d take me for a spin in his black Z350. It’s got some shiny new wheels with five spokes!
I’m dying to take a photo and upload it online. I’m trying out my my new hobby. It’s photography.
Fin.
Flynn
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