Gypsy Laughter

Why aren't we more disturbed 
Our dreams are so detailed?
Bad enough that our brains
Are mostly unconscious.
Why do they generate
Night worlds to scare us with?

Last night Sarah woke me
When I was deep enough
In a dream to hold on
To the richness of it
For one waking minute.
What a frightening glimpse.

A dream world is as rich
As one awoken, but
Lacking all rules except
That the self is helpless,
Emotions run riot,
And it's always darker.

What is my brain doing?
How can I trust daylight
Given the detailed night?
If the night world can feel
That vivid in the head
How substantial is day?

I dreamed I heard singing,
A pretty chorus with
A pretty melody,
Somewhere out in the dark.
The melody escaped,
But I've kept the chorus,

"Welling up from midnight,
Welling from the night,
Clear, bright gypsy laughter.
Welling up from midnight,
Welling from the night,
Clear, bright gypsy laughter."