Frank Remus

My Dreamwork Loves Her Baby Dreams

It was lightly rainingÂ with gentle white noise. I let myself go to a wide plateauÂ for waking up. Low grey cloud covered the mountaintop. In the midst of the fog on the mountain, there was a small light like a star. Below it, to my right, was a tall cross from a church -it wasÂ thin likeÂ an antenna. Discouragement and the blues were releasing their hold on me in the midst of the dark and the rain. Iâ€™m in love with Anna in this.

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RecentlyÂ Iâ€™ve been feeling my black roots. Ancestors on my motherâ€™s father’s sideÂ had very dark skin. I have often wondered about their origin but it isÂ difficult toÂ trace the truth. Two brothers immigrated from Guyana in the 1800s to study medicine in England. It is said one brother died at sea and is buried in Brest France.Â It is said that my great-grandfather -the one who survived and settled down was a Mason. What were his dreams?Â

George Peter Jarvis c. 1905

In the photographs he looked Southeast Asian withÂ African features.Â Â Â My mother doesn’t wantÂ to admit shades of colour in her Welsh blood,Â and ridicules my interest.Â Â ButÂ I feel blessed with this inheritance. Iâ€™m in love with Anna in this.

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Grey clouds were pervasive. One bare tree waved Hosanna. Darker clouds moved swiftly past. Green leaves with orange-yellow waved hello and goodbye. A crow cawed in the distance. The abnormally strained felt abnormally free to discover the unique and the exceptional. Rumbles in the distance growled. ThisÂ was part of the background noise. Tires on the wet road sizzled like the sound of necessity. It was never meant to be an esthetic sound. It is a sound that was never designed to blend within the environment. The distant sky rumble returned. I was becoming aware of energy sinking in, taking a relaxing shape and putting my heart at rest. Iâ€™m so much in love with Anna in this, as the rain came tumbling down.Â

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Sitting on the roof in the rain was a joy. It wasÂ my outdoor living room. IÂ undersood whyÂ I moved here once again -to contemplate my origins and to prepare myself for a better future for my son and my soulmate. The deep rumble bellowed. Perhaps it was theÂ a ghost of ancient traffic. Motor transportation makes a lot of noise. One could say that it is an irritant. Silence would be profound without it. It would be just like country air. A crow flew past, and in that moment my heart longedÂ forÂ Anna my soulmate. She is my dreamgirl, my one true love. The crow returned and my heart soared. Â I’m in love withÂ Anna in this.

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My photograph loves her image. My bottle of wine loves her meal.Â My healthy body loves her bread My dreamwork loves her baby project. My sun loves her marriage ceremony. My athlete loves her swimming test. My actor loves her performance. My sculptor loves her painter. My writing loves her recording. My book loves her actress. My deadline loves her date.Â My house completed loves her green. My boat built loves her traveling. My attainment loves her accomplishment. My authentic loves her essence. My caring loves her consummate. My inward loves her breakthrough. My harvest loves her natural. My realizing loves her realness. MyÂ concretizing loves her experience. My earning loves her substantial. My carrying out loves her satisfied. My determining loves her commitments. My potential loves her ripeness. My tangible loves her manifestation. My awarding loves her accomplishments. My finishing loves her fulfilled. I love her black lunar bible verse in my Egyptian box “My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me, and I give unto them eternal life.” â€“John 10:27-28. I love Anna Dirksen.

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Actualizing

Relating

I love Anna Dirksen.

My Dreamwork Loves Her Baby Dreams

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