Dreams

I wonder if it matters
what pictures come to mind
our eyelids close, our muscles slow,
and we are rendered blind.
strange colors, hazy imagery,
are dancing through our brain.
We often at times wonder if
we're  really just insane.
And some things might be frightening,
while others quite sublime,
but we awake, and just the same,
we've quite lost track of time.
The dreams in which we hide and scream
might mean a stressful life,
or else, just random imagery
with simulated strife.
Dreams might not even follow
an order in succession.
Instead, they are but images,
in every sleeping session.
Oh such a grandeur mystery,
oh, quite the strangest thing!
But oh, Im out of energy.
I'm off to bed.
Sweet dreams!