Do People Dream Of Electric Sheep Poem by leonard daranjo

I see my dreams in a crystal bowl
They are the reflections of things
Both weird and strange
I have dreamed of dinosaurs
Stepping out of Petri dishes
And foetuses swimming
In formaldehyde;
Of dragons flying
In misty skies;
Of space littered
With human detritus
I have dreamed of wars
That have threatened to engulf
The world we know
Into a vortex of hatred
Very often am I
In the company of relatives
Long since departed
From their earthly abode
They look youthful but at most times
Are silent and judgemental
And seem to be telling me
Things with their eyes
I sometimes have wings
Which enable me to fly
Sometimes my feet
Are as heavy as lead
I move in strange
And unfamiliar worlds
The likes of which
I've never seen before
Even the days
Are tinged with darkness
And have this intangible feel
Of other worldliness
Monsters creep out
Of murky waters
And bats paint the skies
With stygian darkness
Sometimes there are messages
Which - when decoded - reveal
Secrets of my frailties,
And deepest desires
At other times they reveal
The darkness of fear
Emanating from the deepest
Caverns of my mind
I have absolutely no idea
From where these dreams come
But they seem to rise up
Like mists of time
And one thing for certain
They have given to me
Is a life that runs parallel
To the one that I know