Why are the clouds pink?
Why is the bed warm?
Why are the pillows soft?
When I ask, I hear the song
Of my inner child.
And then I know the answer.
The clouds are pink,
The bed is warm,
And the pillows are soft
Because we are meant to love
Asking the simple questions.
It takes us deeper.
Why do we dream?
- Ches
Dreams are the soul’s whispers, spoken in a language only the heart remembers.
They are stories told by the unconscious mind,
stitching together the day’s echoes with ancient symbols,
weaving a tapestry of longing, healing, and truth.
We dream because reality is not enough to hold all that we are.
Because some parts of us bloom only in moonlight,
in silence,
in the liminal space where reason steps aside
and the spirit roams free.
We dream to process the pain we don’t know how to speak,
to relive the joys we thought were lost,
to visit the people we miss
and the places that never were
but always should have been.
Dreams remind us that the universe is not just outside of us,
it lives within.
Every closed eye is a gateway.
Every night, an invitation.
We dream because love, memory, hope, and fear
are too vast to stay locked in waking hours.
They spill over into the dark
and become stars in the theater of sleep.
And maybe, just maybe,
we dream
because our inner child still wants
to play with angels.