Sleeping, feeling no past, present or future throughout
the night, all has been put to rest, only imagination
fills our minds with dreams stemming from all types of
experiences we've had.
No time limits set, nothing to mar our journeys through
creative endeavors of the mind, finding joy and happiness
most of the time in dreams we have, sometimes finding
sadness too, but rarely.
When nightmares happen we wake up wondering where they came
from, trying to evaluate and find what thoughts have stirred
these frightening ideas into our dreams existence while we
are sleeping unawares.
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No time limits set, nothing to mar our journeys through creative endeavors of the mind, finding joy and happiness most of the time in dreams we have, sometimes finding sadness too, but rarely. when we sleep unawares........ dreams, creative endeavours. thank you dear Roseann. tony