An old poem I wrote years ago, that I still love. This really was a reoccurring dream I had. Reading some of my old poems definitely makes me want to get back into poetry again.
Have you ever had a strange, reoccurring dream that brought you comfort instead of dread? Or did it bring you dread instead of comfort? Dreams are often the best inspirations for some of the most beautiful and strange poetry and novels (certainly not saying this is one the best). If you remember a particular dream upon waking up, try to write a poem or a short story based on it.