Doors in Dreams

Once in a while,
There’s the dreamed sense
Of a link back
To a past dream

In a new dream.
Dreams lie, of course,
So you can’t know
If the door’s real,

But if it is,
Your dreams don’t wipe
All their weird clean
But store some things

Out of day’s reach.
There’s a root world,
Then, near your thoughts.
Roots twist a lot.