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What do you dream at night?
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Sleep, Ralph Wiggum, and dream of conquest.
Dream of a heavy horned head.
Sleep, Ralph Wiggum, rape and pillage.
Dream armed gods and gouts of blood.
Conquerer Wiggum, when you wake
You will be as wonderful a child
As Keats or Coleridge: bizarre,
Chubby, tormented by the other children.
Sleep, Ralph Wiggum and dream revenge.
Dream dragons and bucklers.
Sleep: This is where your friends are.
The light world will be here when you wake.
Sleep, Ralph Wiggum. Dream a world
That honors your interior:
Where an imaginary pet is a staus symbol.
Sleep, Ralph Wiggum, and run free.
It won't be long, Viking Wiggum,
Before you must decide:
A cop like Daddy and a home in the light world,
Or Ralph Wiggum, Romantic Poet?
Sleep on, Ralph Wiggum, eater of worms.
Dream of a plague and wraiths in armor.
Sleep, Ralph Wiggum, dream dark dreams:
The light world will be here when you wake.
Title: Sleep, Ralph Wiggum
Author: Laurel Jenkins-Crowe
You must be the Swedish version of Ralph Wiggum
Sleep, Ralph Wiggum, and dream of conquest.
Dream of a heavy horned head.
Sleep, Ralph Wiggum, rape and pillage.
Dream armed gods and gouts of blood.
Conquerer Wiggum, when you wake
You will be as wonderful a child
As Keats or Coleridge: bizarre,
Chubby, tormented by the other children.
Sleep, Ralph Wiggum and dream revenge.
Dream dragons and bucklers.
Sleep: This is where your friends are.
The light world will be here when you wake.
Sleep, Ralph Wiggum. Dream a world
That honors your interior:
Where an imaginary pet is a staus symbol.
Sleep, Ralph Wiggum, and run free.
It won't be long, Viking Wiggum,
Before you must decide:
A cop like Daddy and a home in the light world,
Or Ralph Wiggum, Romantic Poet?
Sleep on, Ralph Wiggum, eater of worms.
Dream of a plague and wraiths in armor.
Sleep, Ralph Wiggum, dream dark dreams:
The light world will be here when you wake.
Title: Sleep, Ralph Wiggum
Author: Laurel Jenkins-Crowe
You must be the Swedish version of Ralph Wiggum
That's a very weird poem, especially the part about raping and pillaging
Nylan
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I dreamt of driving over a mountain in a minivan to play a jazz gig at a backwater apartment complex last night...
Xanikk999
History junkie
You can guess what i dream about.. 
Spoiler :
Tortosa
The Big E
Since I can never remember my dreams, I started writing them down as soon as I wake up. It's much more interesting than writing some silly diary or journal. I've been doing this for a couple of weeks now, going to sleep with a pen and notebook right next to my bed, I just wish I had better handwriting after only being awake for a minute/ still half asleep.
Cheezy the Wiz
Socialist In A Hurry
I had a dream the other night, one that I wish I could have again.
Remember that new suit I got? I was wearing that. I was in a great ballroom on a balmy summer's night. The room is very tall, and has these great chandeliers all round it; it has a surreal (probably because it's a dream) goldish glow to it. All around me, couples are dancing, spinning, everyone's so happy. Then, I start to sing. I've got Dean Martin's voice, and I'm singing "Sway With Me," one of my favorite songs. It always reminds me of the woman I love. Speaking of her, she approaches me at this point in the dream. She is half-Filopino. She is wearing the most gorgeous teal ankle-length ballroom gown. Teal is her color, you see, it goes naturally with her. She's wearing a pearl neacklace and a pearl earring on each ear; she's absolutely breathtaking. My heart's not pounding, though, like when I get nervous. But I feel very warm, like every vessel in my body suddenly doubled in diameter and bloodflow. She walks up to me, and takes me hand. But she doesn't lead me anywhere. She just grabs both my hands with both of her's. I look up and meet her square in the eye, and we just stand there for a moment, I lose myself in her big brown eyes. She doesn't say anything, makes no facial expressions, save for a slight curl at the side of her mouth, this is how I know she is happy. Her curled brown hair is covering part of her right eye, I raise my hand to brush it away, so I can see her face. But before I get there, my cell phone rings. She gives me a weird look, and I her, and I answer the phone. It is our friend, she is in singapore (why?) and sick, and needs us to watch her two-year old daughter for a bit. So we go over to her house. I've never met this girl's daughter in RL, so the girl I imagine is actually my three-year-old cousin. Hey, in a dream, everything makes sense. So there we are, me and her, still in our dress clothes, playing with big toy cars on the floor with our friend's daughter. Then my alarm goes off.
I wish I could have this dream every night.
Remember that new suit I got? I was wearing that. I was in a great ballroom on a balmy summer's night. The room is very tall, and has these great chandeliers all round it; it has a surreal (probably because it's a dream) goldish glow to it. All around me, couples are dancing, spinning, everyone's so happy. Then, I start to sing. I've got Dean Martin's voice, and I'm singing "Sway With Me," one of my favorite songs. It always reminds me of the woman I love. Speaking of her, she approaches me at this point in the dream. She is half-Filopino. She is wearing the most gorgeous teal ankle-length ballroom gown. Teal is her color, you see, it goes naturally with her. She's wearing a pearl neacklace and a pearl earring on each ear; she's absolutely breathtaking. My heart's not pounding, though, like when I get nervous. But I feel very warm, like every vessel in my body suddenly doubled in diameter and bloodflow. She walks up to me, and takes me hand. But she doesn't lead me anywhere. She just grabs both my hands with both of her's. I look up and meet her square in the eye, and we just stand there for a moment, I lose myself in her big brown eyes. She doesn't say anything, makes no facial expressions, save for a slight curl at the side of her mouth, this is how I know she is happy. Her curled brown hair is covering part of her right eye, I raise my hand to brush it away, so I can see her face. But before I get there, my cell phone rings. She gives me a weird look, and I her, and I answer the phone. It is our friend, she is in singapore (why?) and sick, and needs us to watch her two-year old daughter for a bit. So we go over to her house. I've never met this girl's daughter in RL, so the girl I imagine is actually my three-year-old cousin. Hey, in a dream, everything makes sense. So there we are, me and her, still in our dress clothes, playing with big toy cars on the floor with our friend's daughter. Then my alarm goes off.
I wish I could have this dream every night.
Mirc
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I rarely remember what I dream at night. 
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