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Morning rush-hour sounds cavort with newspapers that fly across cobblestone streets into open doorways. Subway sounds rush through London's waking dreams

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The third written in the Dreams set. The 'Viewers' Veiw in the Dream. Thought of as a woman by me and a strange obsesion by the man 'Storm Dreaming' can be somewhat explained by reading the Web Comic 'Esuna Soul' which can be found in my bookmarks section.

The first written in the Dreams Set. My View of the Dreams and the moments after waking. As with the others it was written in the dark, or more precisly for this one Scrawled in the dark.

Meant to be a light-hearted poem.

"Sorry mate, I didn't catch that, "I said I fell in love with the virgin girl, Gareth proclaimed excitedly! Laughing, Joe replied "I thought you said you fell in love with the virgin airtime balance announcement girl!

As I turned into Bowling Lane, a white man from a speeding bakkie (van) shouted something in a tongue I didn't understand. (I found out later it was Afrikaans) I didn't need to. Whatever was said there was no mistaking the contempt and hate. It was then realized that what Thandie said was ringing true. The route I took was lined with thick trees and soft turf that surrendered with each tread I made. As there was no pavement I decided to walk along the red path close to the huge houses. Each house I passed, German shepherds, Dobermans, Rotweiler's ran to me spitting and barking, with only the electronic gates separating us. Thandie's prophetic warning was now like massive bells ringing in my ears. At one party I attended, somebody told me that guard dogs had been trained to smell blacks and attack on sight. I pulled my blouse away from my neck, dipped my head and drew a quick breath through my nostrils. It was hot and the sun stood alone against the flat blue sky; a thick layer of sweat had already settled on my forehead but I could still smell the Dewberry body fragrance I bought from Body Shop in North London. The white froth dribbling from the corner of the Rotweiler's mouth with its programmed eyes scrutinising its mark, quickly told me that no amount of fragrance was going to make much difference if those teeth ever got me!

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