Nightsleepingdreams

I always and only talk about my planned dreams
Never of the ones I have during my necessary rest
When I enter, when I dive into
They are confusing, impossible to tell
Because I do not remember and they are so many happenings at once
I wish I could understand
Because deep up and down they scare me
The questions I have
The premonitions I can not decode
Both with no possibility of answering
Theses dreams are a mystery
Better than those years I dreamt and I could not get out of the dream
Better than every dream before
But not freed of fear
Not freed of me.