What are dreams?
Memories of the past?
Visions of the future?
Messages from God?

Bright and vivid,
Obscure with shadows,
Blazing or icy,
Glorious or grey.

From a dream,
I can wake up Laughing
in Tears
covered in a sheen of Sweat
consumed with Fears

Dreams consume us;
They capture our senses.
We can taste the dream’s sunlight;
We can feel its rain.
We can hear a scream,
We can sense dark pain.

Dreams show us lies;
We see contorted visions
untrue memories
uncompleted events
unreal realities.

Wake me.
Wake me so I can see
the imperfect reality.
Wake me.
Wake me so I can
see a cloudy sky;
Wake me so I can
feel bitter wind.
Wake me so I can
hear an unshed cry;
Wake me so I can
sense when reality will bend.

But most of all,
Wake me so I can feel.
Wake me so I can see you.
Your shy smile
Your loving eyes
Your joyful face.
Wake me so I can be with you;
Wake me so we can change this world that is as twisted as a twisted dream.