Dreams have a way...
They have a way
when you are at your most defenseless, collapsed in silent slumber
of stripping away all fallacies and masks, leaving only the raw and true
and nothing you can do about it.
Sure there are those dreams here and there that come out of left field,
those nights your brain kind of empties out all the trash
it didn’t know what to do with
and you wake up wondering if you have a mental issue you should see someone about.
Or there are the dreams that could have happened during the day,
going through the normal routines
talking to the normal people
about this and that
and you wake up wondering if you even fell asleep in the first place.
But I’m talking about a different kind of dream.
The ones that call you out,
that speak truth you may or may not want to hear.
The dreams where while you’re in them, everything is right
real,
true…
because it is.
And with the realization of waking up
you lay in bed letting that reality soak in,
forced to admit the authenticity that just uncovered itself
while you were vulnerably unconscious.
