Dreams are mysterious and strange.
Unexpectedly, they intrude restful sleep.
What is the significance of their display?
My speculating interpretations take a leap.

Do the spontaneous images have meaning?
Do they predict the future or reflect the past?
Can they determine the rotation of the world?
Is there a guiding light beyond the shadow cast?

Perhaps dreams are a reflection of spent deeds…
Earlier actions can place impressions on the brain.
Later, to resurface from the depths of repression…
Reminding the mind of questions that remain.

Flashing and streaking images with sensations.
Unresolved emotions that can stir inner feeling.
Why can’t I easily explain and/or understand?
I search for the answers, as I stare at the ceiling.

Perhaps dreams reach for expectations in life…
Anticipating something that is only imagined.
Maybe dreams can motivate or simply captivate.
Gradually, roused images are slowly abandoned…

Theresa Ann Moore

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