I Make No Sense

I looked up at the sky; it was a beautiful shade of black. It was time to do my deed and go into space. James came and gave me a candy; its good for the third eye. Should I go to the underworld or heaven? A glance at the clock reveals that its time to get a watch. I put on my shoes, 11 toes at a time. Water burns in the distance; a lovely green. The lions are flying overhead again, my neighbour should really let them off the leash. My brain is getting fuzzy; must be the orange juice I took. I wake up; my dream makes no sense.

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The Icognito Writer | Copyright 2017: IBMC #03 – Risk For A Random Challenge

  1. He he.. That was so apt when said ‘my dreams make no sense’. You nailed it.. 🙂

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