When we close our eyes to sleep We open them again in a world created by our brain As a confluence of present and past experience As a conglomeration of our subconscious self Of our fears and hopes But the question is: who knows what dreams are? Everybody dreams, but sometimes we can't remember The pictures projected in and by our mind In order to assimilate our experience Maybe to entertain or show us the way But these are all assumptions And the question is: who knows what dreams are