Dreams are naught but

a series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep (Wikipedia)

Dreams are naught but

a scattering of hopes and stardust

sprinkled with luminescence:

droplets of happiness-

crystallizing slowly,

glittering facet by glittering facet,

in the hidden caverns at the edge

of the Universe:

illuminating the gushing cascades

of Time.

Dreams are naught but

freedom, from the

dragging chains of bondage of a

mortal realm:

that place they call Reality.

Here there be dragons:

soaring and diving through the heavens,

setting darkness aflame with elation;

here where Faerieland is

but a step away,

just beyond the Forest of Flying Pigs;

here where the loved are forever

frolicking among fragrant blossoms;

here where under the deep blue skies,

the innocent endure and never die.