Life, is one big dream!!!!!

Are all our dreams, (as a whole), to be a collection of just (one)? The mapping
of pallets, of good and bad deeds, rendered one another?
Though some deeds maybe viewed, (relatively simple), much more could there be said, of the collective value, of the (elusive) others.

All laid out strategicly and not blind, (each dream), has its own time line and each with their own value, that (can't), be replaced.
there's the ones, that makes no sense, if i had to pay, I would'nt give a pense, yet the good, bad  and the wierd, all has its space.

There will be, dreams of being once, a noble little brother, are a daughter boasting, southern pride, (of are from), a mothers (care).
And oh! there will be nightmares, throughout this format, some with night sweats and others, birthing (fears), inwhich our heart (tares). 

Just as an old southerly woven blanket, each (patch) sewn but in due time,  grew a little wear, between the time the blanket, completes its mend.
A map of one big dream, (a story) given to (all), to be told in fabric, of an endless flow of each life, from the very start it seems, to the (stories) end....

And there's those dreaded rips, it would appear, where dreams of  life itself, threatens to end, and mending them, well beyond damage.
Sometimes it Will be, the (way of the meek), turning of the cheek, rather path
of the beast, that eludes the claim, of the untamed savage.

A sacred, personal  blanket, of a slew of condensed  but meaningful dreams, a whole lives history, (laid out), beyond our walls floor.
leading to one grand apacoliptic event, (with one dreams end), it gives way to its predecessor, who awaits outside, its soon to open door.

A security blanket, within their own rights, a regime of soldiers, on guard through our nights, some important to remember, others (not so).
Like the changing  wind, they seem to float along the breeze, and quite naturally just as that breeze, they (unpredictability), come and go..

The blue print of our lives, (lay found), not awake but in sleep? so many be deprived a life, with an insight on life, yet forseen?
There are dreams, that may even allude, (down right) rock in hand, throw it, then be rude, no matter how hard your quest, its means.

Are dreams, (just as a scatter of showers), held to no bars, or are they given glimpses, of prearranged hints, into the book, of our "life."
a life that didn't get a chance to start, before it was done, whereby no heed, to be made but all attentions to be paid, to the blade of the knife.

No matter what order, they come in our life, all dreams will cast its own shadow, on how life will select, the path it will take...
I haven't been a sleep to dream it, so it would'nt happen even if It should, an interrupted life through insomnia kept locked awake............Jim

About poem: whether all dreams, (as a collective), even (as silly as some seem) and as (important as all others), are a product  of and have stock in one another. Life told, in a sequence of individually delivered, checkered and some uncheckered events, (seen), through a series of unfiltered dreams and down a path, just as (important) as neurons be, to the brain....  leading to one complete,  although (unforseen) finally, (in the fabrics), of a (singly), but through, (faith structured), given life...."Pre-Planned or Made-up, as we go"?..You decide...
J/A.