Who's afraid of the red, white and blue?

what does it mean when you have a dream and the dream shows itself to be in reality, plaster on chicken wire, a false front where once you thought it a meaningful resonant mystery?  It's a laugh, that, to be relieved of the too serious pondering, the melodrama, but what of the awakening?  It is rude in the way that falling in love is cruel.  All too soon the morning comes and the laundry.  Sleep does not bring the answers that I wish for.  Look behind things to get a glimpse of what we're missing, infinity.  Are we only allowed so much vision?  That must be temptation-to see all-to see behind the curtain, as it were.  Why must we?  Why do we yearn for the great beyond, dream of the stars, the great escape...annihilation.