Vagaries of a Dreamscape in 100

“So this is how the inside of my mind looks?” The thought echoed through a pristine white space.

Before the echo had subsided, the place was grown over with mosses and lichens and I could almost smell the musty rot of dead wood.

How did this turn into a stadium with cheering throngs. They were not cheering me, and I could not see the object of their affection.

All of a sudden I was sitting next to the window of a speeding train and looking at bucolic scenes blurring past.

I awoke with a dry mouth and a hazy head.

About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. His poetry collection, Poems of the Introverted Yogi is now available on Amazon. He teaches yoga, with a specialization in pranayama, and holds a RYT500 certification. For most of his adult life, he practiced martial arts, including: Kobudo, Muay Thai, Kalaripayattu, and Taiji. He is a world traveler, having visited more than 40 countries around the globe.
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