How could there be?
There is no sense in dreams,
non-sense, phantasmagorical
images float through past, present, future.
Sometimes so real you die.
Dreams can make you weep,
remember love, attack your weakest places,
recall memories daylight has forgotten.
Cannot be revised, often no recall.
I exclaim! There is no question about this.
It is final. Period.
Originally published in Dreich Magazine