Sleepy Time Productions Ink.
Thoughts on the endless cycles of dreaming
Sleepytime Productions Inc.
Dreams are the reams, of scripts that portray, all the wishes that gleam in our eyes during the day, that come to our sleep in the wee hours to play.
In dreams all that we ever wanted comes true, like that girl that you loved back in 2002, or that one car you liked but you couldn't afford, chances to be heroic wielding a mighty sword, finding gold that was hidden in some deep dark cave leaving you with great wealth so you're able to pay for your mansion of valubles all on display, or a recording contract with millions to spend sudden fame for your music royalties with no end Or a chance to see your mom whose been long dead and gone, then hug her and talk in the wee hours till dawn, plus unreal distortions where you just might be, a large purple mushroom under huge pink leafed trees, For hours eyes flutter, as you soul sails above, into screen with the scenes of what you're dreaming of. they can sometimes be scary, nightmares you have to face as your tossing and turning with fear gracing your face but come morn they will vanish calming you when you wake, then there are happy dreams filled with laughter or charm, but the worst part of all is that stupid alarm, because right when your kissing the most perfect of dates, it's time to get up so that you won't be late. and no matter how you try to reclaim a good dream it's never the same, in the morning's sun beams. you can't fall back to sleep and pickup where it started and dreams seldom repeat what your last dream inparted so you have 12 more hours
till your dreams set new scenes. no one knows why we dream dreams don't offer up clues it's just movies in your head each time that you snooze but it wouldn't be as fun to spend the whole night enveloped in blackness
with nothing in sight to delight or take flight or bring thrills or fright I enjoy all my dreaming each night till morning light and I'm headed to bed cause the hour is late so sweet dreams to you all I hope each one is great.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III