Dreams are the brainchildren of our imagination,
They are a never-ending rainbow of colors,
Each one as bright and beautiful as the next,
Forever dazzling our sub-conscious,
With their absurdity and frightening ability to
Make perfect sense in our minds.
Dreams thrive on colors, smells, sounds, and touch,
Always making each detail as clear as a drop
Of fresh rain dripping down our noses in the winter.
They live in the darkest, deepest caverns of our brains,
Sleeping during the day, and haunting our minds at night,
Since they are nocturnal, and they use our minds like puppets.
Dreams raid our imagination when they wake,
Searching for a picture or idea for them
To play with, to turn into a nonsensical movie,
That they directed.
They are the most secretive things in the universe,
Never cooperating with our sub-conscious,
Just taking and doing whatever they please.
Only they know our deepest, darkest secrets,
And only they know the secrets of the night, which
They will always keep to themselves.
Will humans ever learn the secrets of dreams?
That is a question many might wonder.
But, the truth is, do we really want to know the secrets
Of dreams?
And if we do, could we fully comprehend them?