This is about a dream I had last night ( shortened) ..Alien invader's at my parents..tearing up their house and taking my sister's sewing machine. Another weird one for the vaults.


Alien Invaders want sewing machines

Swirling skies of red

The sinking feeling of dread..

I consider the fact I might be dreaming..

Though the air feels so cool against my face

There is a lively party in the backyard..though

everyone is wearing black I am not invited

Visitors from another place and time

Invading our space

They come not for fun and good times

But to wipe out the human race

They need some pieces of a human machine

To complete their deadly weapon

They ransack my parent's house

And then find what they are looking for..

My sister's sewing machine

They spread out the blueprints on the floor and

Talk in a toungue so queer..

I don't know what to do..if anything at all..

So we hide underneath a bus in the yard

To get away from it all.



Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2006-11-22 at 00:13

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Have you been in my dreams before???
Sounds like there might be something going around.
I love all the imagery and it sounds so familiar!
Maybe they are real and they are really here
making us think they are just in our dreams!
2006-11-22


Kathy Lockhart
whoa! what a dream! It was fantastic!!! I love the vivid images you described so fully. Now hiding under a bus makes a lot of sense especially in a dream. And that sewing machine, well I'm just glad I don't own one. Now I know why I never learned to sew. great read Teala.
2006-11-22