Do People Dream of Electric Sheep

I see my dreams in a crystal bowlThey are the reflections of  thingsBoth weird and strangeI have dreamed of dinosaursStepping out of Petri dishesAnd foetuses swimmingIn formaldehyde;Of dragons flying
In misty skies;Of space litteredWith human detritusI have dreamed of warsThat have threatened to engulfThe world  we knowInto a vortex of hatredVery often am IIn the company of relativesLong since departedFrom their earthly abodeThey look youthful but at most timesAre silent and judgementalAnd seem to be telling meThings with their eyesI sometimes have wingsWhich enable me to flySometimes my feetAre as heavy as leadI move in strangeAnd unfamiliar worldsThe likes of which I've never  seen beforeEven the daysAre tinged with darknessAnd have this intangible feelOf other worldlinessMonsters creep outOf murky watersAnd bats paint the skiesWith stygian darknessSometimes there are messagesWhich - when decoded - revealSecrets of my   frailties,And deepest desiresAt other times they revealThe darkness of fearEmanating from the deepestCaverns of my mindI  have absolutely no ideaFrom where these dreams comeBut they seem to rise up
Like the mists of timeOne  thing for certainThey have given to meIs a life that runs parallelTo the one that  I know