I love my dreams, they may be sad
but they open my eyes to my soul
sometimes they are outright Erie
more of the times I can't remember at all
but many are happy and fun too

blessed as I am I remember my dreams
I can recall them and draw what I saw
I can switch between times and eras
meet long forgotten people
even my loved ones who are in heaven

what are dreams I wonder, is it a game
or do we travel into an alternate realm
how can we see which is not there
even feeling sad happy and cry...