What do you dream about Rhymes?
As day slips into night, my mind takes flight,
In the realm of dreams, I venture with delight.
With whispers of old, the stories unfold,
And with each fleeting vision, a prophecy is told.
Through the eyes of Miller, I foresee,
A tapestry woven from threads of fate’s decree.
In this dreamscape vast, where shadows dance,
Each flicker, each glance, is a serendipitous chance.
A journey through time, where lost hopes return,
Illuminated by lessons that we still need to learn.
To dream of water, crystal and clear,
Is a herald of fortune that beckons near.
Oh, visions of flight and soaring grace,
Speak of liberation and a brand-new place.
To rise above troubles, to see from above,
Is an omen of strength and the gift of love.
When fiery birds in the air do glide,
Know that wild passion fills every stride.
But heed the falling stars, the murmur of night,
For they whisper tales of a fleeting plight.
Such omens of loss may speak of despair,
Yet within every shadow, true wisdom lies bare.
The only true power you will ever possess,
Is to own your own choices and learn to confess.
As I journey further, the mystic Vanga calls,
Beneath her soft guidance, truth gently falls.
Her visions reveal the soul’s hidden streams,
A glimpse into future, a whisper of dreams.
Should you tread upon petals of flowers tonight,
Your heart shall be filled with a love that feels right.
A labyrinth of twists, of corners and bends,
Encounters with spirits, the line twixt foes and friends.
Dancing in shadows, a figure appears,
Marking a blessing disguised as your fears.
To dream of houses, of warmth and light,
Indicates family bonds shining ever so bright.
Yet beware of dark waters that pull you beneath,
For they signify trials where hope can feel scant.
Yet each ripple, each wave has a story to pen,
Transforming the pain into strength once again.
Take heart, dear dreamer, for storms will soon clear,
What appears as a burden will eventually steer.
With Freud's wise insight, the unconscious awakens,
Your dreams are but echoes of choices unshaken.
To find lost objects, the psyche’s voice calls,
Discovering pieces that show how love falls.
Dreams of intimacy, of lovers entwined,
Weighty emotions, your heart unconfined.
Yet in moments of struggle, in visions of strife,
Perhaps a reflection on your waking life.
To chase after shadows, to run from the past,
Requires you face them, no matter how fast.
With echoes of laughter and tears that may flow,
These fragments hold keys to the self you still know.
Lastly, with the wisdom from the Muslim Dreamer,
Patterns of faith are woven deep into the stream.
A dream in symbols, of gardens and mounds,
May lead to prosperity where abundance abounds.
To seek the light of the moon shining bright,
Is a promise of clarity that follows the night.
In visions of growth, through trials that test,
Your soul is reborn, in its essence, it rests.
To dream of the Prophet, in guidance you trust,
Bringing forth wisdom, in silence you must.
Know that the world is but a mirror to view,
Your dreams hold the answers, the keys to renew.
So let these dreams flow, like a river unbound,
Take heed of their lessons, in silence profound.
In the tapestry of life, each thread is a part,
Of the grand, mystic journey that starts in the heart.
Awake to the whispers, the dreams that appear,
For they lead to horizons, both hopeful and clear!
