Dreamer and the Dreamed

Line of Inquiry... as an entity in the dream we conjured we know not we are both the dreamer and dreamed how then may we wake up when we are in trance in bondage to illusions we ourselves streamed We slip between bed sheets and a spell is cast Fast asleep in realms of a conscious mind, finding we're on a journey where dreams unfold Told we can take ourselves outside a gate, awaiting visions, we conjure for pleasure and treasures we find in idyllic dreams. Moonbeams can take us to the edge of time. Sublime, the dreamer, the ethereal host, most often unaware that we have dreamed. Serene, the reverie spent with a lover discovering the secrets within our soul controlling the flow of the stream in our dream. Sown were seeds of sleep from sandman's hand. Spanned across minutes while we're in a trance, dancing as if we drank from Morpheus' chalice Without malice 'twas given for slumber, lumbering on our pillow into a deep sleep where dreams are burning embers fanned. With grandiose wings we soar through stardust nights. Flights on an uncharted course when left to fate, created spontaneously on a whim. Grim a dream may become... an eerie illusion. If confusion sets in, we need a shake to wake from stygian dreams where peril looms.