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In My Dreams
  Each night I lay waiting,
  For the dreams to come.
  For they will take me
  With their lovely arms.
  And
  Carry   Me                Away
  In the dim moonlight…
  I close my eyes and start to dream.
  It was easier than what it seems.
  Because dreams will take me to
  Places where wishes come true.
  So
       I
         Drift
                Dawdling
                             Into
                                   My
                                        Deep
                                               And
                                                     Distant
                                                                Dreams.
  And soon I faintly hear myself
  zzZ…  zzZ…  zzZ...
  In my dreams,
  I am a warrior fighting a dragon
  To save the princess from the dirty creature.
  I glare at the huge scowling yellow eyes
  And plunge my sword towards its beating heart.
  I am a prisoner in a wagon,
  Arrested and handcuffed in a chained cell,
  Yelling and screaming as if in hell.
  Then the guard hit my head and down I fell.
  I am a golden fish in the ocean,
  Swimming freely in Fanta Sea.
  My scales shine with bright orange.
  My eyes glow like white diamonds.
  I am a wizard who makes potions,
  Stirring a green substance with disgust.
  I feel my hands on the hot black pot,
  Seeing silver smoke swirling in the thin air.
  I could sleep for a whole year.
  And put my head in the clouds.
  For I am the one who feels free
  In the wonderful worlds waiting for me.

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I had published this poem as a limmerick before. Today I rewrote it as a free verse poem and add more details to the dreams I had. I wanted to express my feelings towards them.