Dreams, Where Do They Come From?

dreams, where do they come from? a colourful buddha smiling in his shapely flowing robes so friendly on a bed and disappearing into no trace as i come to have a closer look of him an antique i had thought a porcelain wonder is he the harbinger of the dream? and bed bed bed so many antique beds in so many styles and shapes they look so inviting with their ample space and the name Mizuko, yes that's the name of the shop and as i am about to leave a woman in err flowing bridal garb i wonder i remember the dream rightly dreams are always such that you cannot remember all and oh yes she comes walking into the shop and as she looks, i awake in another world the buddha, the beds, the bride the myriad questions that pop out of my head now are a million lotuses that beg for an answer from the heavens with their colourful lustrious wide opened hands