In The USSR
A prose poem for the Full Moon challenge. This is about another whacky dream I had last night.
My wish came true! I’m in the USSR travelling with a travel group. My first visit to the USSR was like falling down the rabbit hole to enter Wonderland. I saw a long row of colourful, colossal cathedrals, kings and queens in royal costumes, bright, green grassy slopes, crazy roads and sidewalks packed with cars, buses, bicycles, motorcycles, and weird pedestrians. It was a foreign experience. It was a risky experience. I got lost in the dark quite a few times, but I managed to exit this spooky labyrinth with the help of my travel mates. I was happy-go-lucky at the end, safe, sound, and comfortable with my army of travel buddies. I want to visit Russia again, but I’ll wait until I have another deep sleep.
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