(Graham has started a discussion thread on the use
of the concept of dream in present-day poetry.
Which is why I have posted this somewhat revised
oldie as a practical demonstration of one of it`s uses) 

(Feisty old pro-choice Celia`s dream).

Celia would say with that sly old knowing wink:
`If this Almighty really existed wouldn`t you think
That he`d want us unbelieving folk to know himself
And so would simply, unmistakeably show himself,
Tower in mighty judgement, point his mighty wand,
Bid all this world`s  wickedness grovel and abscond?
I mean, why so shy? so bashful? keep himself so hid,
Why not just banish the whole caboodle - just get rid?`

And then, one night in Celia`s dream the Almighty did!

Transported her to a far, transtellar height,
Spread all the world below her in the night,
And then–before her dazed, astounded sight-
Bid every sinful, stinking being take flight!.
Till his sullen world lay chastened in the dark
Cowed, browbeaten, fearful, drab and stark.

Then splendidly rose amid that shadowy land
A winged white stallion, reins tight in the hand
Of a tall, proud, valiant silver-armoured knight
Who leapt astride the stallion and took flight,
Curving a wide-ranging, silver-scintillant arc
Through the vast, twinkling, starry- studded dark.
 

Who was that?` asked Celia, awed - amazed.
The Almighty turned, compassion in his gaze 
And with sadness and lamentation in his voice
Answered:...Him? - his name was  `Human Choice`.