Dreaming Again

Twisted images chasing round my head, My mind is whirring whilst my body's in bed. Regurgitated news from the past few weeks, Deformed in the night of my dream-filled sleep. Echoing corridors and stark white rooms, Familiar faces peering out from the gloom. A most curious dream I don't want to forsake, That slips through my fingers as soon as I wake. (Made for a competition requiring you to make up a poem based on your dreams on the spot). xxx