Dream

For starters this is a poem I wrote yesterday cause someone uttered the words sweet dreams to me and I remembered my sleep of day before yesterday!
(That wasn't confusing was it?)

Dreams
Dreams a word that everyone's heard, 

it ain't the same to me.
In my sleep in the dark dark night, 

from my mind I try to flee.

When my eyes are open and my senses alive, 

it feels like all is normal.
That's the time when my body and soul 

listen to my mind and I tell,

the strangest tales of the far far land, 

take over my soul when my eyes are closed.
Who knew i'd live to tell a tale of what 

I do not remember and my brain cells are toast.

Never did I imagine when my senses were alive 

of the stories I lived when my eye lids were shut.

To awake and recover to my normal world is a task, 

do not ask what I forgot, I for forever them I cut.

Its like hell with some mix music of every genre

played at once without mercy.

I live a life with a piece of everyone added and

beaten in my mind left for me there to see.

Tried again without any hope to decipher,

the message in my dream and I lose hope.

For what if it was a message from almighty himself,

the rope of fine line he drew jus' broke!

All I wish is some peace in my mind when I sleep,

as much as peace I get under the sun.
Oh sun, with the moon on your side, clear the darkness 

in my mind when darkness surrounds me outside,

I am no Atilia the Hun!

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Lady Narrator
22nd-23rd May 2011 Sometime near the midnight.