My Dreams

My Dreams When I woke up after dreaming During a sleep I should have had, I wondered why I dream at all… Its contents were so muddled up. My dreams are all so fragmented, Bits and pieces of several things, Not like a movie or TV, No scripts to view before they start. I had one dream in which an aunt I had not seen in many years Appeared looking for a small box… I recognized her…she not me. Another dream one summer’s night Had me outside in a snowstorm. But, when I took my shovel out, The snow had gone… the sun shone bright. My dreams don’t have an MC to Let me know of what I will dream, Of things I maybe don’t want to Or what the darn each segment means. W.C.Hull © 2020