Those who know reckon that dreams are a mixture of memories of real and imagined events and experiences. The amazing magic of the brain is that given that huge wealth of data it can create.
Sanctuary
Like an old dusty attic,
faint, fuzzy footprints of past visits,
not looking for the tragic,
but happy light at visions limits.
Dreams maintain sanity,
creating stories from information stored,
assembling tales with dubious clarity,
resulting interpretations often flawed.
Recalling content of the night’s travels,
enjoying exotic places and interactions,
cobbled together in fictitious visits,
by a brain, expert in comic distractions.
Exercise in releasing tensions of the day,
simply by closing eyes and drifting,
allowing reality to ooze away,
and subconsciously begin creating.
©David L Atkinson August 2025
God Bless
