Woven Id

Swirling wisps of conscious thought
Settling in for the darkened night
Eyelids grow heavy, sleep sought
Alone, no love to hold to tight
Mind still sorting out day's events
Sleep wraps the mind in soft cotton
Letting mixed images defy sense
Jumbled ideas recalled, thoughts forgotten
Random and ordered blend into the stage set
Hours dreamed in mere minutes blink
Few will make it to awareness, you'll forget
The one or two remembered will make you think
Dreams that require much interpretation
Others so direct you wake up sweat drenched
Clarity solidifies into divine inspiration
Waking only as if you'd been pinched

~Fred Fairchild~