A Dream

Mike was Guitar and Cece was Arden There was Mom out in the garden Dad was a figment of imagination Subject to Jung's final interpretation This was a dream, one that had me in chains Trying to find meaning, racking my brain Images that in no way relate Sleeplessness being my only fate Waking in sweat from a story unfolding Trying to get back to sanity boldly Wondering if there's a crack in my mind Wondering if there's a message to find Night after night I lay down in my bed Hoping against hope, fearing the dread Will it be nightmares, will it be nice Can I control it, do I have a choice? Working a scheme using some meditation Will it make sense given some medication? Only desiring a decent night's sleep Praying should I die, my soul to keep The dream still haunts me during the day Of that I find I really have no say Only to wake as the memory fades Going away as in flowing cascades