If the dreamer is dreaming then where do their souls live?
Underneath the pocket of dust in your closet?
In your soft comfy bed of rest?
In the dreamers hands so you can play with the idea of reality?

If we are constantly dreaming
Then what experiences are we having?

The experience of having a better experience?  

Or is it....
Just a dream?

Last night I had this dream
That you were here and
You were taking care of me
And then I realized
That maybe
It was a nightmare.

lightning flashes across the sky like
dreams through space

Welcome to the dream catcher
But don't linger long
Lest you want to stay
To find your dreams
Gone

They make us crazy
We have them in our sleep
We think about them in the day
They make us different
Dreams
What is your's?

It rains.
A truffled scent
glitters
in dead leaves,
naked trees.
Transudation
into the depths
of the night.

Never stop dreaming...
Sometimes dreams are the only thing that a person has