The last line is sarcastic...

Strange are the worlds that we visit,
When we close tight our eyes.
Filled with impossible possibilities,
Packed with truthful lies.

They may show our greatest desires,
Or perhaps our deepest fears.
Stripping away hope as we wake,
Or bringing insecurity near.

My young kitten died last winter,
But in my dreams she lived.
I woke each morning near tears,
To know that it all was a fib.

I dreamt before that I was raped,
It hurt, I cried and screamed,
And when I woke I felt dirty,
Even though it was only a dream.

Bad dreams although untrue,
Make us fearful and queasy,
And good ones only remind us,
That real life isn't so easy.

I guess thats why I hate dreams,
Because I lose no matter the type.
I wish I could sleep without visions,
Which bring constant evil and hype.

I'm tired of waking up feeling,
As if I didn't sleep at all,
Hoping to never revisit,
Wondering who I can call.

But also dreams are confusing,
Where do they get their ideas?
Why was I fighting Jim Carey,
Holding stilton and wearing false ears?

Also I think they see future,
Not years or even days in advance,
But simply minutes or seconds,
Knowing where to go at a glance.

I've had dreams about ticking bombs,
Going off with a bang in my face.
When I wake I see a book has fallen,
With a loud thud from its place.

Another I was at a party,
But the music just wouldn't play,
Till it finally blasted my ear off,
As my radio started my day.

One more that I dreamt was of water,
A river a lake or a stream.
When I finally woke from my slumber,
I desperately needed a wee.

Yes dreams are odd little things,
Giving to just take away.
Or causing great trauma as if,
Its some kind of game that they play.

And also they predict the future,
Linking their plays to this world,
Using the feelings and noises,
To help their own stories unfurl.

Although I know that their purpose,
Is to file away thoughts in my brain,
I wish they would be a bit kinder,
And cause just a little less strain.

But I suppose I should go sleep now,
See what my brain has in store,
What dreams will you serve me tonight?
Because goodness knows I need more...