• Dreams are like colrful clouds in my head. They fill my mind like they fill the sky, making different shapes all over. Each colorful cloud is a different dream. Each shape of the cloud is a different theme. Dreams fill my mind just as they fill the sky. Sometimes those clouds have rain. Sometimes those dreams fill my heart as well as my brain.... I wake up, knowing I dreamt, knowing it rained, but those dreams ran from my mind, leaving a curious mist on the grass. Sometimes there's nightmares, sometimes there's thunder. Sometimes there's lightning, sometimes there's wonder. Dreams are like colorful clouds in my head. Dreams are like beautiful clouds, up ahead.