Every night I see them
I always have a front row seat
The colour is often brilliant
And the stories kind of neat
The plot it often varies
Depending on how I feel
Sometimes they can be make believe
Or sometimes they can be real
One night I may want to laugh out loud
One night I may want to scream
It really does'nt matter now
For its only just a dream
John A. Hancock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nite-visions/
