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  • Here I sleep, and awaken in my bed of dreams, my dreaming bed. It carries me to worlds both familiar and imaginary. Places where I can meet old friends and loved ones. On a cold night it holds wintry warmth. In the heat of summer the window-breezes gently envelop.

    In this dream boat I have flown over the city, swam in the sea, ridden pillion on a speeding motorbike, chased gun-toting gangs and fled from them too, gathered raspberries and smelt roses. I have walked and talked with my long passed Grandparents, beloved as they are to me.

    There they live.

    Inhabiting my dreams, places to travel to in my Dream Boat.
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