Post by Brownie on Oct 5, 2016 16:03:55 GMT -5
Dreams.
It's a wonder your brain can come up with anything
when you're not thinking about it.
Is there an on and off switch for dreams?
And if so, why would anyone keep it on?
Is it going to run out of battery at some point?
Poof, no dreams, your brain can't think of any at the time.
No dreams, memory storage full.
No dreams, too tired to keep on dreaming.
It's really like we never close our eyes;
even in sleep, there's still more dreams to dream
more places to go
people to see
adventures to be had.
Miracles, horrors, reflected back and back and back onto itself
like a tunnel of mirror from some twisted game,
echoes and echos until you can't even see what it really is anymore.
Dreams.
Sometimes my dreams are exhilarating. That's really the only word for it:
exhilarating.
I can be more than I am, more than I could even dream of being.
In these dreams, nothing matters. I can do whatever I want to do,
get away. Have fun, no consequences.
These are the good dreams.
Other dreams, we call those nightmares.
Shackled to the ground, everything beyond your control.
Who knew the mind can be so scary?
I do.
But sometimes dreams are just dreams
meaningless fairy tales told by some part of your mind
you can't understand even when you are awake. You only hear bits of the story,
and those parts you hear and see and taste. . . those are dreams.
Is there more? Probably.
Dreams.
Powerful. Minuscule. Meaningless?
And a dream is only the beginning.
Anyone want to figure out what that brainplop means cuz I don't.
glhf peace ;D
It's a wonder your brain can come up with anything
when you're not thinking about it.
Is there an on and off switch for dreams?
And if so, why would anyone keep it on?
Is it going to run out of battery at some point?
Poof, no dreams, your brain can't think of any at the time.
No dreams, memory storage full.
No dreams, too tired to keep on dreaming.
It's really like we never close our eyes;
even in sleep, there's still more dreams to dream
more places to go
people to see
adventures to be had.
Miracles, horrors, reflected back and back and back onto itself
like a tunnel of mirror from some twisted game,
echoes and echos until you can't even see what it really is anymore.
Dreams.
Sometimes my dreams are exhilarating. That's really the only word for it:
exhilarating.
I can be more than I am, more than I could even dream of being.
In these dreams, nothing matters. I can do whatever I want to do,
get away. Have fun, no consequences.
These are the good dreams.
Other dreams, we call those nightmares.
Shackled to the ground, everything beyond your control.
Who knew the mind can be so scary?
I do.
But sometimes dreams are just dreams
meaningless fairy tales told by some part of your mind
you can't understand even when you are awake. You only hear bits of the story,
and those parts you hear and see and taste. . . those are dreams.
Is there more? Probably.
Dreams.
Powerful. Minuscule. Meaningless?
And a dream is only the beginning.
Anyone want to figure out what that brainplop means cuz I don't.
glhf peace ;D
