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There is no logic within dreams physics is skewed proportion distorted
the senses run amok the chaos is beautiful
the only clarity in a dream is the clarity of emotion
in a realm where feelings rule such beauty can be terrifying.

I wake crying tears of joyful regret crying out in panic
the terror the monsters the love and gladness and other wishes granted
the exhilaration of fear realized knowing all of it is true
how the worst thing you can think of does not seem to destroy you.

Here your fear takes shape and is confronted – a marvelous offering
how vague menace becomes a specific thing
only then can it be faced only then defeated
such unconscious insight is a gift of power.

A dream is a vision projected in mind light prisoners of sleep cannot deny
at dawn truth goes easily unseen slips silently behind the coming sun
in daylight a vision is invisible like jellyfish floating in shallow tidal pools
a luminous avatar from the abyss aglow in the dim depths of the unconscious.