I see my dreams in a crystal bowl <br />They are the reflections of things <br />Both weird and strange <br />I have dreamed of dinosaurs <br />Stepping out of Petri dishes <br />And foetuses swimming <br />In formaldehyde; <br />Of dragons flying <br />In misty skies; <br />Of space littered <br />With human detritus <br />I have dreamed of wars <br />That have threatened to engulf <br />The world we know <br />Into a vortex of hatred <br />Very often am I <br />In the company of relatives <br />Long since departed <br />From their earthly abode <br />They look youthful but at most times <br />Are silent and judgemental <br />And seem to be telling me <br />Things with their eyes <br />I sometimes have wings <br />Which enable me to fly <br />Sometimes my feet <br />Are as heavy as lead <br />I move in strange <br />And unfamiliar worlds <br />The likes of which <br /> I've never seen before <br />Even the days <br />Are tinged with darkness <br />And have this intangible feel <br />Of other worldliness <br />Monsters creep out <br />Of murky waters <br />And bats paint the skies <br />With stygian darkness <br />Sometimes there are messages <br />Which - when decoded - reveal <br />Secrets of my frailties, <br />And deepest desires <br />At other times they reveal <br />The darkness of fear <br />Emanating from the deepest <br />Caverns of my mind <br />I have absolutely no idea <br />From where these dreams come <br />But they seem to rise up <br />Like mists of time <br />And one thing for certain <br />They have given to me <br />Is a life that runs parallel <br />To the one that I know<br /><br />leonard daranjo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-people-dream-of-electric-sheep/
