In dreams our subconscious mind can travel,
to any where, and any place it wants to go.
Surfing on some sunny tropical beach,
or skiing down a slope, on the powdery snow.
Sitting at a table in a restaurant,
drinking fine wine and eating delicious cusine.
Or perhaps you are hurtling towards a planet
through space, in some time machine.
With a start you become wide awake,
thinking was that real.
Oh it was only just a dream,
then wondering whatever will be next for goodness sake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love your poem! Wonderful dreams of the subconcious. A few years ago I dreamed a chest of gold bars fell out of the sky. Two days later we discovered we won 3rd prize, a chest of 365 crunchie bars, in the Cadbury Orient Express competition. So I never underestimate a dream I can remember. :)