The Night Hours:

The seduction of sweet sleep dose not allure me tonight.
The beckoning of dreams dose not entice.
The world of dreams dose not beckon me tonight.

My mind just keeps on racing.
And there is no relief tonight.
All watchers are fast asleep.
And so I keep watch tonight.

The Night Hours:
The dreamy beckon of another world, which I can never remember in my waking hours. Where do I go at night, while my mind keeps ticking over; that purely palace of dreams is a place I alone create. My dreams; a reflection of my thoughts through the waking hours. But yet I am not privy to the deepest workings of my mind in the late hours of the night.

I rarely remember dreams. I wish I remembered them more often. They are fascinating to think over. All laws of reality are defied and anything can be real. Dreams are nothing like the Hollywood versions, which are far too logical and not nearly creative enough. Hollywood versions of dreams are much more like daydreams, than the inner working of freely flying imagination.