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Dreams - is their origin from merely
A vivid imagination,
Because for millenniums stretching 
Back, to the beginning of Civilization, 
Dreams have forever intrigued man. 
They even approached the gods of yesteryear,
Don’t know what they were smoking,
But they must have been rocking, 
For they had to appear sane,
This side of the windowpane.
Philosophers, psychologists, astrologists
All had to come up with an answer
They dare not be looked upon as a chancer,
These learned men had to interpret dreams,
An understandable answer had to be found,
Or else they would land 6 feet underground.

What I understand to be true,
Is that our mind owns
The cue to us having any clue,
So like a sponge it absorbs thoughts, actions,
Emotions, memories and places, 
Which then imprints themselves 
to our subconscious, so when we 
Sleep and dream 
The mind is us,
And we are the mind,
Does the mind control us and 
Therefore, our dreams,
Or do we control the mind,
And dream as we want to,
Computers might change us
Complicate our lives,
Dictate, manage, direct, 
And command us,
But for now, we are still one, 
Both master and puppet.

I had a dream with meaning
On the second night,
After great heartache
And fright,
When my very sick, cancer ridden,
Adorable father died,
And my 8 year old son, my
Mother and I cried.
We phoned my Uncle Brian
In England,
With the devastating news that
His brother, my father, Ricky’s 
Beloved grandpa had died.
He was on a plane traveling
To his family in South Africa, 
The following day.

AND SO MY DREAM BEGINS

In my dream I’m driving on 
The main highway, where there
Are, on the side of the road 
Enormous adverts that in a
Strong wind sometimes sway.
But what I saw in my dream
Was a gigantic advert, unique,
Quite another,
Which was like no other.
A huge white sign with two words 
On it typed in bold black ink,
TYRES SKID,
That was odd, for amid
All the hustle
And bustle,
Of the death of my dad,
Came a message from him 
To me, via a dream.
Immediately I went to tell,
Mom and Brian, well
Brian got up and hurriedly,
And went to our garage, 
Your tires are all bald,
That is your dad’s message to you,
Brian said, we drove to the garage
And had all my tyres replaced.
It was a strange day, I 
Was still reeling and dazed
From my dream, and astounded
That my dad who had passed on
Less than 48 hours ago, had
Probably saved my life,
My guardian angel,
It had been his job to check my car,
But it was now time,
To be mine.
Thank-you Brian, for you deciphered 
The dream immediately
and so accurately.
Brian had traveled to us, his family
In Johannesburg for a reason,
He was chosen.

Brian very sadly died from brain cancer 5 years later.
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