they're scary things,
our dreams.
they tell us so little,
but reveal so much.

the hidden truths
in the corners of our minds.
the little pieces
of people,
and things,
that we think we've forgotten.

so what to they mean,
these silly things?
when we dream of travel,
does it mean we need change?
or when we have nightmares,
is the nightmare our life?

i've never been one
to think dreams have real meaning,
but i can't help but wonder
if this dream does.