A Week of Dreams

On Monday I dreamed of white horses running through an intersection, on the empty streets of a deserted city.
On Tuesday I dreamed I was a ships captain dressed in Indian silk, sailing a rolling and bucking ocean.
On Wednesday I dreamed of a mob of birds, big black crows that buffeted the air with their wings.
On Thursday I dreamed I was lost in a white house, full of white rooms, each room with a mirrored wall.
On Friday I dreamed of a talking tiger, who grinned and licked his razor fangs as he spoke.
On Saturday I dreamed of a dark forest where flashing lights danced and whirled among the trees.
On Sunday I dreamed up all these dreams, so that I wouldnt have to admit that all week,
I dreamed of you.

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