What are Dreams?

There are the ones we speak of and those that remain a silent testament to mind. They are full of lessons and adventures; messages and desires. Many faces we know and love but never behold in the day--who are they? Those I love or ever have loved appear to me during sleep, where we are limitless and ageless. Mysteries are solved. I can know what has not yet been told and live to hear it spoken for the first time. How can this be? Does it put a slant on me? I never tell or seldom do, because of Salem and labels that are hard to shake. Maybe all voices are one and while we sleep the barriers come undone.