Replayed Dreams

Think of your favorite movie and play a scene in your head.  How bright is the image?  How loud are the words?  Now think of a dream you have had recently.  How bright are the images?  How loud are the voices?  Have you ever stopped to think about how things recorded in the brain playback with the same clarity.  When we dream does our soul detach and wander into some abstract realm of dream?  Can our lost loved ones visit us when our minds relax in sleep when we can handle the notion?  When I am dreaming the emotions, and people seem so real.  When I think back on them, it is as if I am thinking upon my favorite movie with colors fading and the voices going silent.

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Copyright © 2018 Zachary W. Gilbert

Haiku Dreams

Problems of the day

transform into wisps of light

dreams dissolve in the night

Logic is lost, in the swirl of night dreams.  Silent moments when the brain heals, dancing carelessly in gray shadows.  Hours pass.  Warm yellow sunlight spills through the frosty cold glass of a bedroom window.  Exceptional tales of the night are lost in waking moments.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert