Sleep is the thinker’s laboratory
where people chat and mostly agree
on what is to be done in this frail world.
Conversation may be enigmatic,
but everyone speaks with shy eloquence.
Dreamworld rarely follows chronology
as one remains spectator to one’s self
acting in imaginary pageant.
No rules crimp the script of Dreamworld—
just about anything can happen there.
Dreamworld escape can be a pleasant place
where problems are solved to satisfaction.
Yet waking to sunlight with dew on lawn,
nightmarish confusion trumpets its horn.