A Dream

[Im going to preface this by saying its straight out of my notebook. I wrote it in class. Basically while my teacher talked I took key sentences from what she was saying and made it into a poem of sorts. As she talked I wrote these lines. So it hasnt been edited, maybe it wont make sense to you, maybe it will. Idk. Then again its about dreams, and dreams are chock full of different meanings. So take it as you will.]

A dream is an image,

An insertion of the imaginary.

It is but a concept,

Whether or not it’s understood.

Your desires, pain, hunger,

Associated with visuals.

Psychoanalytical babble?

Or maybe scenes from the future.

No one really knows,

It’s all about perception.

An association between,

An image and a feeling.

Comfort, relief, pleasure,

Pain, anger, depression.

The unconscious,

Is the whole structure of language.

There is a system to language,

It gives meaning.

Meaning to the way we think,

The little reality we see.

One must pass at some point,

From imagination to reality.

But that world we leave behind,

Stays with us forever.