When I sleep, it’s another world.

A world where anything is possible,

there are no limits.

It’s just a dream.

Inside my head,

Inside my mind.

I do things that I never would.

I take adventures,

I explore new things.

It’s make-believe.

It’s all pretend,

It’d never be true.

The things I see, the things I do.

I say harsh words,

I do crazy things.

It isn’t real.

I’m too nice,

I’m too scared.

I see people I know from my real world.

The people I think about,

Some of them I dread.

I see my friends, my family.

I love them,

They’re my everything.

I see people whom I do not know.

I think of strangers?

Have I seen them before?

Why are they there?

Do they mean something?

Are they coming for me?

Some I wish I will never wake from,

I want them to be a dream come true,

They are my own kind of fairytale.

My sweet dreams.

They’re peaceful,

I’m at ease.

Some scare me half to death.

They make me scared to go to sleep,

I want to awake so quickly.

My nightmares.

I’m running from danger,

I’m risking my life.

And when I wake I can retell of it all.

I share my dreams,

I know them so vividly.

I remember.

I think about them,

I study their content.

I have people ask why I dream of what I do.

Why do they dream of what they do?

I don’t know where my mind goes while I sleep.

There isn’t really a logical answer.

I'm not at fault,

I have no control.

My only reply seems to be...

The only answer I have,

It’s a broad answer.

It’s just a dream.