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Dreams 09/07/07 2010 Janet Kuypers (poetry converted to prose)     I was at the old house and they were still living there, they were having people over and I was outside toward the end of the driveway.     and I can’t tell you why I was there, I didn’t know what I was doing, but I saw myself lifting the windshield wipers from someone else’s car and then I placed what look like three tiny metal marbles at the bottom sides and center of the windshield. after I did this I took one step backwards and watched the newly-formed snow and frost on the windshield start to melt away because of what I had done. I found this fascinating, and then I saw the entire windshield start to shake so I stepped backwards away from this car as the window shook more and more until the windshield completely exploded from the pressure.     I couldn’t believe what I just saw, and I was sure someone from inside the house heard the noise, so I ran towards the trees in the ravine to hide.     I don’t know why I was there or why I attached these foreign pieces to some stranger’s car, and I couldn’t believe I took part in this minor form of terrorism.     so while I was at the tree line I floated up in the tree to stay out of the way until I thought I saw the lights in the house change, so I got down onto the ground where I could see lights change in the house which made me think someone would be coming outside to see what happened...to see what I had done.     so although my feet remained off the ground, I crawled with only my hands touching the wooded ground below like I was almost hovering and i tried to move deeper into the ravine. I crawled with my hands over toward to pool outhouse toward the back yard of the house and I heard a car, so I looked toward the diveway and saw someone actually coming toward the house, the car slowing down, like they were about to park in the driveway. but I watched the car and could see two heads in the front seats one man, one woman, and I could see the woman’s head pointed straight toward me and she was pointing in my direction.     I know I wasn’t blending in with the ravine that surrounded me, and I panicked, because these strangers found me. Also look for thie writing in the poetry section of the Janet Kuypers poetry vaults, to see this writing with different line breaks. Copyright © 2010 Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.