I’ve Always Been A Dreamer

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Dreams are defined as successions of images that occur,
From ideas, emotions, and sensations that in us do stir,
Usually, involuntarily in our mind during stages of sleep.
I have dreams in both day and night that seem so deep.

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I’ve Always Been A Dreamer

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When I was a young boy, I had quiet places I would go,
To think and let my wild imagination out to really flow.
I would sit in the grass or underneath a big shade tree,
And close my eyes while letting my young mind run free.

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Soon I would be the captain of a large wooden sailing ship,
Sailing the ocean looking for a white whale on that fun trip.
Or piloting a cool flying tiger plane back in World War II,
In a dog fight with a fast Japanese Mig, shooting so true.

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At night while laying half asleep in my own little bed,
I would dream of spiders, snakes, and Devils so red.
I could see them right in my room there on my floor.
So Mom would often leave a light on and open my door.

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As a teenager, I didn’t day dream or imagine as much,
But I had some bad nightmares that did wake me up.
I had the dream where I had fallen off a cliff through the air,
I always woke up just before I hit bottom with a big scare.

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While working hard as a family man, I didn’t dream much,
As I was always tired at night from hard work and such.
Our minds were so full as we trudged along our own way,
Thinking about our family life, my work, and our fun play.

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When I retired from my job and our girls left our home,
I again had lots of free time to let my old mind roam.
With my quiet time in my easy chair just sitting around,
I found that my vivid imagination was still very sound.

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I had fun with Buffalo Bob as old Grizzly Bill just acting up,
Chatting back and forth as American Pioneers so rough.
We talked of our squaws and our old stomping grounds,
As if we went back 150 years where our lives did abound.

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I recall imagining that I had won a very big lottery pot,
And how I would spent all that free money that I got.
What fun it would be to spend all that big money,
So I wrote a blog sharing how I spent it for all to see.

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I dreamed recently about having my own brain transplant,
A day dream I had thinking about how my life to enhance.
It got pretty weird as I wrote it down there in my own blog,
As my imagination kind of went berserk like an old dog.

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It seems I have written a lot of past blogs about dreams,
Perhaps making me appear a little weird it may seem.
I guess this old brain of mine sometimes goes very wild,
Just like it did so often when I was a very young child.

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I think that this dreaming is good for all of our souls.
As we all go through life, we need to let our minds roll,
Imagining those things that often our minds do blow
I think that this sometimes does puff our heads up so.

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By Bill,

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Thanks for reading I’ve Always Been A Dreamer,
Bill