The dream, a dream and whose dream?

To dream is to know, something other than reality

 
 
I have forgotten how to dream
                                    but that is not
                                       entirely true
                            it is an imbalance
                       of chemicals within
                        that holds me away
                                         in the night
                                         in REM
                                         that state
                        needed, required
                             for utmost rest
 
        The question
                    that big,
                     biggest
                             one
 
       “Then whose dream, am I in?” 
 
                                                    Am I
                                          a figment
                    of your dream, now
                              labelled ghost!
 
                                     That question,
                                      my dream
                    loose connections
                 rehydrated reasons
                   where, when, once
                       alone, in the day
                       the light of lone

I slow my outward
                          breath
                   to a crawl,
     like a caterpillar
             the wise one
             the mad one
                      that one
 
     From that story
             a children’s
                         tale of
                        change
 
But I have forgotten
              how to dream
and in whose dream
                am I to know ?

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