The Odd Peculiarity of Dreams

You lie there in the dark. In the protective comfort and warmth of your bed. Wondering. There in your self constructed womb. About the cosmic and the incidental. Your hopes, your hidden desires, about today and tomorrow. About your disappointments and your achievements, imagining and reconstructing them. A participant in fantasies you wish could be made real. And then you drift off, no longer having the burden of needing to do anything, regressing to the buoyant warmth of that ‘amniotic fluid’, yielding to nights’ sleep and the odd peculiarity of dreams.