The Stuff Of Dreams
When we sleep, we dream:
and emptying our souls,
thoughts pour out;
tumbling freely from one to the next.
Dreams interact
with a multitude of conflicting emotions:
as they flitter and flutter
like butterflies,
within the garden of our subconscious mind.
Fantasy is the absence of reality:
creating a phantasmagorical playground,
limited only by imagination.
And dreams invite us
to step through the looking glass;
and follow Alice into Wonderland.
Plugged into our psyche:
dreams connect our minds
to an imaginary world,
unlike any other.
A jumbled mix of interactions,
dreams are phantom thoughts:
that manifest like ghosts,
rummaging through our mind's vault;
filled with secret hopes and fears.
And as opposed to delusion;
dreams, buttress fantasy illusions,
with recognizable truths.
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