A Deep Dream

A Deep Dream Monday night, tiredness drove my dreams, and the previous day’s night, oh the night’s write Sleep, sleep, and sleep in the deepest deepness I was just in my mind, my body was cloudy far And came a lot of people to me from the other side I just think, about living past life in the mirror side But it was real, absolutely pure conscious perception Fantastic friendly faces, wisdom, and love from times I see them in my vigilant dream, cristal messages In my favorite cemetery at a monumental tombstone In the cemetery. Near the old church exists a monument Noble, giant, typically aristocratic, I know it well from life A woman stood beside this huge tombstone. Incredible A fantastic lady. Tall, slim, otherworldly beautiful shape She was wearing a black, one-piece beautifully woven mid-length skirted dress. I have never seen such beauty Snow white marble skin, black semi-curly mid-length hair Wasp waist, graceful hands. Perfect geometric harmony Demonic deep black top intelligent eyes, aristocratic face She just watched me Then in this dream, I saw more faces, all of them were clear Old people, like grandparents, ladies and men, one by one and others, and a young boy. He was very strange, interesting Fully dark brown eyes, like a blind, but with a super look, intelligence I love this cemetery, I walk there sometimes and often I cross this graveyard, and churchyard to go to Welsh Harp Directed this way, I love everybody here, my prayers go far In the cemetery and in front of the thousand years old church And thousand years old the graveyard too, a real living place It is good to walk here It is good to be here It is good to live here It was A real dream