where dreams live; a poem

you are the dream chaser,
to the stars,
you are closer.
you carry your dust and powders,
hoping to apply them to sudden dreamers.
while you lurk in the air,
you pass a dream about a family heir.
you add the golden dust labeled adventure,
and a bandit crashes through the window.
you catch a raider dream
and shove it in your net.
you fly to the dreaming sky, and guess what spot you get?
the biggest star and dream in the sky.
now since you know where dreams are alive,
it's time to say Good-Bye!
there will be a new dream chaser on your pillow tonight! :)

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this is a poem about a childhood memory. this is what i thought always happened to dreams. i always thought that a little fairy would come and sit on my pillow and wait for me to dream. then if she/he didn't like the dream and she/he wanted to add something, they'd sprinkle it like sugar on french toast.
so, whatcha think? was it good? you tell me!