dream stories tell
us our truth
we believe, we
doubt, it may not compute
it seems eerily odd,
the high and the low,
so much to tell us,
so much we can know
when the
consciousness is resting
our eyes closed in
quiet slumber
we go somewhere to
meet ourselves inside
with pictures and
stories not to be denied
for there are our
greatest gifts to self
to know and
understand our place, our shelf,
where we are going,
where we can be seen
the whole thing
lines up in the story of a dream
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