Sad Dreams And Dreamy Dreams. Poem by Nash Thomas

A sad dream in the morning,
A dream of attack from a trusted one,
That was so alarming,
Some shots in dreams are dreadful,
Even to perish a day or more,
Without the sense of eyes,
Where we see this?
Who makes the color mixing?
Who makes the script work?
Even a common man dream the same,
How never read even a child magazine in his life,
I need to find the mighty force behind,
To crack the secret of sad dreams,
Let us join and find a solution,
And work for dreamy dreams in life,
To cover up dreadful events in life.