They hide from you when you’re awake, but in your slumber much advantage they do take, some scary things that make you toss and turn and sometimes moan.
At times, you cry out from your sleep; leave me alone, in their tool box they carry a thing called fear, events experienced during your day that come back to haunt you when you doze off at the end of the day.
The dream can be very cunning and sly, suddenly you are in the Sun with many Purple Martins filling the sky and your beautiful potted plants, you bend to smell the Roses and a snake is looking you in the eye, fire ants scurry around in your pants.
The dream is so real that your partner leaps, awakened by your scream. Do they hide under the door or slink back to the moor, perhaps they play in the foamy Sea Shore where the dead lie in the deep, never to be troubled by dreams anymore?
Do you know that the things you experience during your day may come back to haunt you when you hit the hay? Dreams may come and go, some bring happiness and others bring woe, I meditate on all the good daytime things to make my bad dreams not believed in the night, and then gone will be my fright.
