Recurring Dream

tribute to TAMPA RED

I often dream, that I am a guitar street musician, blind. With black sun glasses. But I can see my parents walking by. They don’t recognize me. I am happy about that. I didn’t like those “parents”: they only adopted me, punished me as long as I was in their prison.
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related:
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/06/14/write-about-a-recurring-dream-you-have/
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