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As I place my head on the pillow at night,
I go to a world that’s completely out of sight.
It’s not fictional, or even reality,
It’s my experiences collected from the day you see.
I am the same person in shape and size,
All this happens when I just close my eyes,
But my body and mind feel different,
And they can realize.
I can walk, talk, and even feel.
But every time I wake up,
It’s only just a dream.
My Dreams tell me things,
That reality can’t.
It’s a silent dance between,
The Storm and the Calm.
The people I meet,
And the experiences we share,
Are different from reality, and almost
Bizarre.
I experience Love,
Pain, and even loss,
In my dreams I can control time,
And that is my Super power.
We share conversations in the Light & the Dark.
Go to new places, when the moon drops down at night,
Loses its spark.
I oftentimes wonder
Is it real? My Dreams?
Did they actually happen?
Because that’s the way my body feels.
Are they manifestations of the subconscious mind?
Or just a night time reality,
I experience,
When I leave the actual day behind?
Is reality my Dreams? And my Dreams Reality?
Or is it a magic creation of some Deity?
I don’t know the answer to this question.
So I let my body feel it,
And tell me what’s more real.
My Dreams or the actual world?
When the alarm clock sounds early morning.
I wake up and realize.
I entered a whole new world in the night.
That I was lost, and found in.
