One stilly night in snowy December, the hatted boy dreamed he was wandering through a valley overgrown with evil poppies.
A fancy poppy caught his attention, and he plucked her.
The dream then ended, and the boy awoke. In his hand he was holding the evil poppy.
He was startled.
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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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A dark spin on sleep walking!
Well done, as always.
This reminds me of the story i made. He’s with an angel in his dream. The angel gave her a feather from her wing. And when he woke up, the feather was on his bed. 🙂
http://daydreamore.wordpress.com/2011/11/23/an-angel-came/
I like your store. 🙂
Thank You, Vince! 🙂
Nocturnal wanderer?
Dreams do come alive. Even for evil poppies.
🙂
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Spooky! Love it when writers find a neat and clever way to blur the boundary between reality and the dreamworld.
How peculiar, that the poppy waltzed into his bed…