Dreams

If a dream is a wish your heart makes,
then what is a nightmare?
Is it a wisp of fear clinging to the fabric of you thoughts
like line that can never be fully brushed off?
If a happy fog covers your mind in dreams,
are there holes,
to let in your own personal demons,
to torment you?
And what about when there is only sugar
and spice in the inner mind?
What makes your gossamer dreams flawless
instead of fractured?
Are dreams a reflection of you world,
or simply a random collection of pretty pictures?
What causes dreams?
And what happens when dreams no longer
outweigh the nightmares?


Forgotten Dreams:
What happens to broken dreams? Do they fly away and implant themselves in someone else's mind? Or, true to the song, is there a boulevard somewhere, the resting place of forgotten dreams? People forget their dreams every day. A person may drop acting, in favor of something easier, or more lucrative. There are very few people who follow through on their childhood dreams. When I was a child, I wanted to be a bride professionally. Needless to say, that dream fell through. Did my past dreams float away to settle in a crevice at the bottom of an ocean, or curl up in the back of my mind somewhere, festering and settling, ready to be called upon, should I have need. Where do dreams go when they are forgotten or crushed by the harsh world. Do crushed dreams lie broken on cement, or do they vanish? Some dreams are crushed, some simply fade away, forgotten. Do forgotten dreams have a graveyard, or a castle? Do they live in the highest peaks of the Himalayas, or the bottom of the deepest valleys? Do they live in trees, or clouds, or nestled in a teapot somewhere? Do they float about, waiting for someone to walk through them, so they can grasp hold and take a new person for a flight on the wings of imagination? I think dreams are dismissed in favor of new ideas, and changing personalities. But dreams never die. They are never truly forgotten. A lost dream will always remain a faint memory in the back of a mind.