The Dreamful

Sweet Dreams?

How stressed are you? 

How aching are you, the pain in your heart, soul, even? 

Would it hurt to close the heavy, overwhelmed pages, and lay down? 

Deep breath, lean back, 

Turn off your eyes, 

let the scene turn to a gradient black, 

and let the dreams come to thee, 

For there are a wide assortment of dreams, 

Of which they are waiting for you to see. 

Here they come, 

Ahead of me, 

Beside, or behind, 

or maybe they could be coming after me. 

Vivid dreams, 

As I sleep to the sound of screams, 

Oh, the detailed dreams, 

a place of which I can escape, 

By all means. 

Or is it not?  

Eyes open. 

What happened? 

That was quite some emotion. 

What happened before I left?

The pieces come back from the night before, 

but only one image of the dream, 

out of all that time asleep. 

When I left this burning reality, 

The world blackened. 

Then, here comes a new distorted reality. 

The unknown, the absurdity. 

What was that all about? 

It felt real, 

but it is almost vanished now. 

I have to analyze, 

figure it all out. 

I attempted a dream journal, 

but I rarely go to reach it. 

The night is too blurred to put all the details on paper. 

What a day today. 

What a night last night. 

My eyes struggle to stay open. 

Should I drift,

Or should I write? 

If I let myself out to the night, 

Will the bed bugs bite? 

I can't stay awake any longer, 

I can't analyze it all, 

There is not enough fuel for me, 

So shall I go to sleep, 

Let it be, 

Oh, here it comes, 

Who knows what, when I have my night tonight. 

Reviews

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

Cool write, my friend. I really enjoyed it. Sometimes sleep seems like the perfect and only escape. And dreams are so fascinating sometimes.

[I Am Svetlana]

It's so odd how sometimes, dreams can be so soothing, then other times become so haunting where you wonder if they are actually considered nightmares. I've had some odd dreams recently & always thought about starting a Dream Journal, but hate not being able to remember every certain detail...so I don't bother. I've written bits and pieces of what I remember down in my journal, the one I try to write in every day or so, to keep my thoughts straight. It's strange to be so scared to go to sleep, not knowing what possible dreams may arise...but it's always good to try putting them on paper & trying to analyze them. I really enjoyed the deepend thoughts you wrote & the title was lovely!