Vivid dreams weave their way inside my head
At night when I'm fast asleep in bed
Memories of the past drift in and out
While unseen monsters make me shout
Why do we dream in our sleep?
What thoughts lie in our subconcious deep
Only to emerge when our eyes close
When into that other place we doze
If we could live inside our dreams
Would Life be perfect? Or an endless scream?
March 16th: Saturday Sharefest
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