Deep within a night of sleep,
There are dreams that lie in wait.
Some are pleasant, some are bad,
Most are reruns of your life.
Relive days that you have spent,
With your friends in foreign lands.
Take a stroll down memory lane,
As your body gets its rest.
Or your brain might play a trick,
Undress you and force you out.
Wander dreams in huge distress,
Write a test you never had.
All the things you saw and liked,
The brain takes these and blends them up.
Superheroes fighting cats,
Or space ships made of gingerbread.
Though bizarre dreams are preferred,
To the nightmares you can have,
The fact is that you cannot choose.
It is your brain that calls the shots.