A Riot

What really happens when we sleep?
Where do we really go?
In the world of dreams our vision seeps,
Our inner eye, the door?

Dreams cloud our easing minds,
Like a motion picture playing..
"At visual theatre, just behind"
Our mind and eyes then fraying..

Imagine how it would be,
To have a motion picture library..
Stored in our brain as memory,
Played then on our visual screen..

"Now playing.. Nightmares fright",
Starring the ghostly ghoul and more..
Screen 2, brainstem, to the right,
Through that inner eye door..

We sleep calm and quiet,
On our comfy beds tonight..
But can we imagine the riot,
That our subconcious stirrs inside?