The Dreamer Poem by Owen Cullimore

As I sleep I tend to dream
About what I hardly know
Adventures I have by the dozen
Through Wind and Rain and Snow
Sometimes I am an Astronaut
In a spaceship far away
Whizzing around the Universe
A different planet every day
Or sometimes I am a Cowboy
Riding the range all day and night
Or sometimes in a bar room brawl
At least I live to see daylight
Wherever dreams may take me
When I awake the memories but distant blur
I rarely remember where I have been
It's funny how this happens to occur
I never recollect exactly what I have seen
Or even when it even started out
My Dreams seem so real it frightens me
It makes me want to shout out loud
The pictures in my mind it leaves behind
As to exactly what I may have gone and done
But then I remember that it is only a dream
Always followed by another one
Soon another one springs into my mind
Dreams happen to all of us
It keeps our minds sharp a night
Unless it a really changes to cause a fuss
Turns into a nightmare through the night
The mind can play tricks on us
Let us think that what we dream is real
O boy it would cause an awful fuss
As we drift off into that special place
To see what we reveal when we are asleep
Tonight it will be interesting to see what I may become
I must awake and take a peep
No one knows exactly what causes us
To dream and to act so dumb
But It happens forever and a day
Without it how drab my nightly sleep would become.