These dreams, my dreams, mine alone,
Shared at will or hidden away,
Lived out to fruition or buried in my minds tomb,
My choice, mine alone.
~
Whether they live, whether they die is for me to decide,
They are my minions doing as I say, doing as I do,
Never questioning, never revolting, just being,
Mine to rule, mine alone.
~
Granted at birth, one with the essence,
Natural as breathing, the blood coursing through my veins,
Beholden to my whims, subject to my wishes,
Mine to shape, mine alone.
~
These dreams, my reality, my world,
All I know, all I truly possess,
They can never be taken from me, they are mine,
Mine alone.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Dreams can sometimes have a mind all their own.>KB
They most certainly can. :)
This is an interesting one Dom!
Something a little different, I thought I would mix it up a bit. :)
dreams truly belong to us – though we try to find someone to share them with, ultimately they belong to the person who created them. :)
Absolutely, in the end they only belong to us.