Love Potion and Complex Dreams

Dreams  complex , my mind flexes the pictures that my mind draws into context. Bent out of distortion, a mind of contortion, this subconscience rests in a bottomless ocean. Emotions of endless devotion , am I under the spell of your love potion . I'm creeping through halls of nightmares sleeping
dreaming of places so haunting I'm screaming. Am I lost inside a dimented reality. Have I escaped into a world of originality. I want someplace warm with dark dreams, lights among me escaping the love scenes. Its like a movie playing over and over again. A moving film reeling inside this dark room within.
Sometimes we feel like were actually inside our dreams, we hear our own piercing screams. In a dungeon locked away for life, a hero in shining armor trying to evade the night. It's rapunzel or shrek, a fairytale scene. Does life really hold true to happy endings. Well I have yet to ponder upon this question. What really happens inside our dreams. Do we hold hidden confessions.Inside the mind is there a secret message , like a code we try to unlock the combination. A dream could be a silent revelation.
A complex equation we try to solve, until the morning comes and our memory dissolves.