Dreams

My dreams are about my past, my present and my future.
It doesn’t matter how far back the past was,
And it doesn’t matter how far away the future is,
But I do know that these dreams tell me about my inner feelings.
Of hate, jealousy, love and carelessness.
They tell me about me.
They are often disrupt by gray fogs,
Just blurring out the scene of intimacy,
Or loneliness.
They try to wipe away the tears about to form in my eyes while I’m asleep,
But they can’t hide away my true emotions.
They sometimes give me a foretaste of what will happen…
My dreams always try to insinuate what the other person is going to do next,
Or what they will do in real life,
Or what they are feeling.
Sometimes my dreams seem so trivial to me,
But then in the future after (I wake up),
Something always happens that is related to my dreams.
Like something happens that my dreams predicted,
Or my feelings change about the person,
Like of how I though of them in my dreams.
I know now that,
My dreams always try to guide me,
Almost like an imaginary mentor.
My dreams are like my best friend.
They make me feel sad and regretful,
Or all loved and happy,
But in the end they always try to help me do the right things,
Or help me get to or to get something that I never knew I wanted.
Some say that dreams are just dreams,
Not only are they that,
But to me they are my whole world…well at least half of it.
They are a place where I can just escape to,
Even if it makes me cry in the end.
They help me make decisions,
But most importantly,
They make me, me: a dreamer and a philosopher.