Ok..had a rly wierd dream last nite, woke up and wrote this...sorry if its poetry or too wierd..this is how i view dreams..

In Dreams.....

I experience shots of the surreal....
Landscapes evolve as dots congeal...
And metamorph into strange shapes unthought...
Like life let it off, to create capes unsought..
And crags unexplored, my minds map bored...
From smokin drags n chords, untill i find claps applaud..


And Then In The Noise Of It All.....

My lids levitate, to sudden realisation...
Some sane thoughts regulate, a burden of irritation..
tis to memory, captions come out of the blue..
till fate lends me, a cut up reel of de ja vous...

My dreams leave me with.....

Some scenes unrecognisable, just a mirage in mind?
Are dreams just unreliable, or just a visage to blind?

Feedback please