Dreams Poem by cassie hanson

Dreams come when we sleep
And they come when we're awake
Some are bad and make us sad
Some are good and make us smile
Some are in the middle and make us wonder
Sometimes we really don't like what we dream about
But sometimes we do
Some dreams bring people that are dead back to us for a time
Some dreams are about the next day
And what we want to happen
They can be about anything our mind wants.

So we should be grateful for our dreams, good or bad, sad or confusing. They are there for a reason even if we don't understand them. There is always a reason.