Dreams
Slipping away.
Drifting into a state of unconsciousness
Where the id, the ego and the superego merge in their own perverted world:
Free of inhibition;
Free of intentional thought;
Free of other senses interfering with the unfettered mind.
No physical barriers;
No interjections from other’s prejudices –
Just our own pre-conceived biases and misconceptions.
Rapid eye movements indicating an active mind;
While the body rests, the imagination lives on.
Colors? Perhaps.
Based on experiences and reality? Possibly. Probably not.
Free to dream in any form – no rules apply.
Mostly forgotten when consciousness returns;
Much to our dismay.
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