Dreams

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Who knows if we have our dreams for a special reason or not,
I think they come to us for a purpose when troubles we’ve got.
This poem reviews my dream and my interpretation of the same,
That seemed to help me some as I traveled down life’s fast lane.

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Dreams

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The other morning I was lying in bed after not sleeping too good,
I drifted off to dream and found myself in a room trimmed in wood.
On the floor was a small baby dressed in a light blue night gown,
I walked over to the baby who was on his stomach facing down.

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I kneeled down beside the baby and turned him over very gently.
I looked at the baby, and there was Buffalo Bob looking at me.
It startled me so I drew back from him, but he grabbed my shirt
With both of his little hands pulling me back so hard that it hurt.

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For illustrative purposes I have used a baby picture of my wife Pam as she looked so much like Buffalo Bob.

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I woke up frightened in a cold sweat wondering what just transpired.
I don’t dream that often so I wondered if it was because I was tired.
There must have been a reason that I had such a strange dream,
I pondered on it for a while and some thoughts started to stream.

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I wondered if Buffalo Bob as a baby meant he had been reincarnated.
Maybe he was telling me not to grieve for him as he was regenerated.
Or perhaps the message was that he started a new life in heaven,
The significance of him as a baby seemed good after his leaving.

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When I turned him over he smiled so big seeming so very happy,
It had startled me some, but he seemed so fresh and very snappy.
He seemed to be telling me to grieve no more because he was gone,
As he had found a better place with no more pain with the dawn.

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I think perhaps he was pulling me down close for a final goodby,
But I’m not too sure that there was not another reason why.
I wish I hadn’t awakened because I’ll never know what was next,
It seemed to be fate, like the story pages of a well written text.

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It could be that I have a good imagination about that rare dream,
The fact that I had the dream is a very true story and it was so clean.
Anyway, it did allow me to feel better about Buffalo Bob as he rests.
Perhaps that dream was given to me to finally put an end to my unrest.

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I have often heard it said that dreams do sometimes come true,
I guess sometimes that they also occur just to help me and you.
I sure hope that this is the case for this dream that I have had,
As my interpretation has influenced me and made me so glad.

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My wife Pam and her brother Buffalo Bob were always very close,
Talking on the phone bi weekly together, the Buffalo and the Rose
Planning so many fun trips for us to take as very loving couples,
I guess that’s why I grew so close to Bob before his health troubles.

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The Rose and the Buffallo or Pam and her brother Bobby so very close..

 

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By Bill

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Thanks for reading Dreams,
Bill