(One day during the wee hours of the morning I had the following dream and what happened at the end of it? Read. Date of composition 25/08/1987) .
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Busy streets fled past me
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This was wonderful as it felt as urgent as the London Underground trains (from the Central line) whooshing of in all directions, though spagetti, so to speak. I particularly liked that you did not mention any colours as although there are green and red buses, black cabs on the whole (to me anyhoos) London feels so grey... I really enjoyed this mind map which danced freely to the outer realms and back again, my favourite line is Lake District was serene with Words Worth And Chatham’s grounds were alive with Dickens. tyvm karen
the dreamdrive indeed is nice doodling.... felt, if omit the prologue the end reading provides a fun laugh. To find my pressure cooker whistle in the kitchen! ........my laugh and whistle remains.........rgrds/salu
and I dream of mountains and valleys temples, plains from from London's endless rains......sunny today though, , beautiful spring day.
Your have me in your poetic tour, astonishing poetic narration written with fine image...........lovely!
A fascinating travelogue brought to life by your fertile imagination. Love the mix of landmarks and famous poets. London is certainly a fertile ground for poetic inspiration. Your words do it justice, Ravi. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
An excellent write. A wonderfully creative way of expressing your lucid dream. The reader feels like he/she is right there with you. And was the ending funny? Or a serious forewarning? In the mind of the beholder! Thoroughly enjoyed it!