Simply just dreams

Where do they come from?
how do they materialise?
nobody really knows.....
why are we only allowed to remember a few,
when in reality,
we have all had a whole lifetime of dreams,
so why only remember only a small amount thats been sewn?
sometimes i wake up and they are as clear as day,
i can think of every detail,
everything big and all the things small. 
then another day its like as soon as i close my eyes they are open again with absolutely zilch,
nada,
Nothing to remember not even a section of the night.
Why are they normal one second and then a scrambled messed up and weird tangle of the good,
the bad and the downright twistedness the next.....
could be riding a rocket around a circus big top or just simply a walk with pigs flying i all around me in the sky.
Dreams could be just one or a miilion squeezed into a single nights sleep. 
some you wake happy,
some make you want to cry and weep.
some show you the way,
down the right path that you should take,
but most are a confused muddle,
a mess....
my favourite ones are just all things normal,
snuggles on the sofa with my beautiful loved ones.
they're the ones i like,
the ones that make me feel all warm fuzzy,
the ones that make me feel loved......