Dream Pipe. Poem by Ryan Brodesser

I often write about fire or water. both are the same yet are polar opposites. water creates and renews yet wears away rock, patient, tenacious and determined until it is long gone, fire destroys with wrath and ire, anything in its way is either burns or is charred, then is renewed anew in fresh growth. When we dream, do we enter another realm? The Ancient Egyptians believed when they slept, their Ka, a part of their soul, leaves them and wanders and that is why we dream. Where we go depends on our personality, lives and events we are facing. I believe our dreams reflect our lives. Wishes, desires, sexuality, personality is all their. We may never leave our own bodies but their are other parts of the brain. long, dark hallways filled with repressed memories and we fear to go to without a candle, or brightly lit hallways, where all our friends and dear ones remain, waiting to visit you. Enjoy and please R&R!