I've always found it odd,
that I could feel such a sensation,
For each night that a dream decides to slip into my room,
Whether it be a glorious dream of happy memories and moments to be,
or A dreadful fragment of the most darkest and dreariest times that allure tears and fright into such an unknown and unconscious time,
Even though the realization comes only after the dream,
Each one has a meaning,
almost never were they because of thoughts that crept in before I drift into the night,
but of times to come,
a warning or gentle tug at what will be,
My dreams tell me of unseen times that I shall either meet with a smile, tears, or shock.
They foretell the future,
yet I never see them coming until the time has passed.
such a mysterious world of wonders I enter as I  float into my wildest dreams.