Dreams...

Everyone Dreams.
Don't try to say you don't.
You just don't remember them.
Or you dream about darkness.

I dream.

Usually the dreams make no sense.
Random people.
Random places.
Nonsensical actions.

Sometimes they do make sence.
People I had seen that day.
Places I had been to recently.
Actions I wish I had made.

But what are dreams?
Just God's way of keeping us entertained as we sleep?
Or is it something more?
Is each one designed to tell us something?

Dreams.
We all have them.

KMP.

(P.S. You should hear my poetry about nightmares)