Jar full of dreams

Last night was a jar full of dreams A lidded case of sleep. The jar was empty for months As the rest didn't come And Tired knocked at my door Which I had to ignore As you woke and claimed my milk Your milk. Hourly, never drifting into the deep. 

Finally, 8 months in, Beyond 2 hours lucid spectres waved. Beyond 2 hours my old congregation Offered ethereal healing As they waved and welcomed me back. 

What's life without dreams?