Strange Dream - A Poem

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In front of me is a bridge,
hanging over a ridge.
I was left with a choice,
but then there's a noise.

I turned around to see
where it is coming from,
only to see a buzzing bee.
I sigh feeling a little glum.

Turning back to the bridge,
I walk a bit then saw a smidge.
Stopping, I looked at it confused,
stood there, to walk I refused.

I was thinking, is it a coincidence?
Why is it that as I was to cross,
there are always an incindence?
What exactly did I come across?

I decide to take a sit,
but then the ground split.
I struggle as I fall,
I drop, roll and hit the wall...

I looked around confused,
only to see a familiar room.
My body is a little bruised,
so I walk to the washroom.

It must be a dream I thought,
finally connecting the dot.
"What a strange dream!"
Is what my mind screamed.

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"Strange Dream" by vegaron