Sweet And Mean Dreams

WriteBeLight

As I fluff my pillow,

And, rest my mind,

I wonder the dreams,

In my sleep, I’ll find.

 

Will they be blissful?

Full of great fun?

All of life’s battles,

So, easily won?

 

Or, will they be dark,

With pain in my path?

Nowhere to run,

Facing the wrath.

 

I hate the dreams,

When I grind my teeth.

Like they will crumble,

No comfort in reach.

 

I love the dreams,

In which I’m flying.

Soaring in the clouds,

Inhibitions, none finding.

 

No dreams of the waitress,

Can’t serve every one.

Line’s longer and longer,

It just goes on and on.

 

Yes, dreams of the beach,

With family in the sun.

Or a day with my Greyhound,

How she loved to run.

 

And, never the dream,

In a crowd, unclothed.

What the heck does that mean?

What’s the story to be told?

 

I heard one explanation,

It’s from a thought unfinished.

Or, a conversation interrupted,

Pride made to feel diminished.

 

Or, just complete frustration,

In situations at hand.

No power to correct,

Or, a platform to stand.

 

Maybe it’s simple,

It's happened me.

The bad dream’s a result,

Of a pizza with pepperoni.

  • Author: WriteBeLight (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 4th, 2017 05:13
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Philip

    I like the sound of nice dreams. As a child I could control my dreams but now I just have to take them as they come. I love the poem.

    • WriteBeLight

      Thank you Philip. That is true about getting older. I can attribute bad dreams to the stress of the day and not take them seriously. But, of course, I prefer sweet dreams. Thanks for you comment!

    • Tony36

      Well written and expressed Great write

      • WriteBeLight

        Thanks to you Tony!

        • Tony36

          Welcome

        • Christina8

          Wonderful lighthearted poem! I hope you had a pleasant dream! Sometimes I can't remember mine. Cute picture of the kitten! 🙂

          • WriteBeLight

            Thanks Christina! That is a cute kitten. So sweet, like sweet dreams. I wake up the same way, knowing that I had some kind of dream, but only remember quick flashes of thought. I really like the nights when I wake up just, plain old refreshed. Thanks for the comment!

          • Michael Edwards

            Great funloads - rarely do I remember mine - I sleep like a log, wake suddenly and spring out of bed - to lie there doing nothing is purgatory. Oh and I can go to sleep any place any time anywhere - even on flagpoles !

            • WriteBeLight

              Ha Ha. I sometimes want to nod off at around 2 p.m. But, I try to get up and do something to wake up! It usually happens when I am having a boring day. Lots of fresh air and sunshine help, too, to snap myself out of it. Thanks for the comment!



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