Dispicable Dreams?

The menacing mind in the middle of the night
Imagines the imaginable
Things that are not right

Twisting the truth images get muddled throughout
Dispicable dreams waking you up with a shout

If only we could choose our very own dream
As we lay in slumber
We’d be like ‘The cat thats got its cream’

Bedtime would be exciting
With never a nightmare
Only beautiful fantasies
Would dwell inside there

Dreams facinate me
Such powerful mirages
Producing gobbledygook
Questionable montages

How on earth does this happen
Out of the blue
Faces so familar
Yet we know why or who

Whom are these strangers
Is there a reason they appear
Are they from a past life
Or forgotten memories of our yesteryear

I very rarely dream
But I’m troubled when I do
My dreams are always complicated
A jumbled miscontrue