I had this really weird dream last night
And you were there, but it wasn't right
Because it wasn't really actually you -
Although it looked just like you do.
My dreams help me sort through my day,
And take my imagination far, far away.
Sometimes I wake from a nightmare so sweaty and hot
And I am so relieved that it is actually not!
I'm pretty sure I've a guy, maybe a few, in my head,
And he starts to work when I get into my bed.
Flicking through my memory files with speed
Working out what dreams I really need.
Dreams about rugby, about running a race,
About my grandma's house,
But actually it's a different place,
Dreams where I fly and some where I fall,
A superhero trying to answer a call.
Dreams about a chasing snake that's actually a hound,
Mixing up those songs that I've already found.
He must be so busy, filing all the time
But I worry what happens sometimes in that head
As I get older I've noticed there are times I
Is this when he's wiping a dream file clean?
And will I continue to lose dreams every year
Until one day my dream files are completely clear?
I don't want to stop going to places in my mind
Exploring the universe and seeing what I find.
So if I drift off to sleep or daydream when you
Please don't think it's because I don't care
I'm making sure the dream file man has a job to do -
Just because my body will get old
Doesn't mean my dreams have to, too!
by Tal Pearson (8)
Tal Pearson - Devon
Competition - Once Upon a Dream
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