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As I sleep, objectivity escapes,
for dreams are wild and unbridled
in their natural state.

To fly and to feel things that seem real
as if one were awake,
these things are normal things
within the dreamscape.

But in my sleep, more than
my perception is altered,
I - the whole person - escape
from reality and enter another world
of symbolism, visions, random
things my mind creates,
not to mention
the visual reorganization of
the state of my brain.

Whatever emotions,
be it love or pain,
whatever truths that hide
beneath the substance of
this superficial plane,
they come alive in ways
that often require
knowledge from the old days.

Whatever messages come,
whatever insight flows,
I know that I must take care
with the direction my conscious
interpretation decides to go.

For like previously stated,
objectivity no longer exists,
I get swept up in the mix by
subjectivity's twists...

...no matter how strong
I feel that my spirit is.

Cause even in dreams,
not only our strengths be magnified,
but the vulnerabilities
of our innermost selves
are brought out into the light.

But even amidst this truth I admit,
that many times I've not trusted
in what was given to me as a gift,
messages and guidance
giving insight to my plights,
and in spite of what was brought
before my dreamscape eyes,
I continue to live my waking life
in fear
as if I'd never been given the advice.

So in this reflection of this
state we call "sleep"
sometimes the dreams
in which we live are the waking
and the life that we live is
just us walking asleep.

As I slowly open my eyes
to the world that exists in reality
I can only pray that it's not too late
to replace this waking state of sleep
with a brought to life version
of the desired things in my dreams.