Nice play on "reel"! Strangely, I wrote a poem a few years ago called The Reel with a similar play in mind.
The Reel
For the duration of a bounded eternity
They had only been dreaming
Dreaming of thinking, dreaming of endless presuppositions
And propositions of the standing imagination
overarching the bristling forests of sense
from the unencompassed watershed mountains
from the quiet inceptions to the teeming outcomes
soon lost, all lost to the unstoppable flood of dreams
and it wasn’t reckoned, not by them
nor how ancient the dripping frond, emerging lung
and the perapatetic neurons, and what lay hidden
inside the cave, what arachnid net of confusion
carefully and skillfully woven, notwithstanding flaws
and although it seemed the fatal dreams must bend
or end as they had before many, many times
yet in the end they wouldn’t, they couldn’t in the end
and nothing, nothing remained undreamed
in all the deserts of impossibility the oases
or hovering mirages of possibility drew the feet
drew the swelling tongues and ignited infernos
in the instructed rawness, in structured throats
in all the vessels, large and small that flood
the roar of blood, and float like pimples
across the encompassing stream
yet nothing weighed so, in the unified organ
as was quickly and repeatedly remembered
and forgotten, where the bolt that shot
from heart to head tortured the once idle
hands, nails then tore at the skein of mortality
and overturned the bed of world-weariness
now they are all flipped-out and never tired
calling for the impossible to be served
all the while the neurons are constellated like armies
mounting a series of campaigns against
an invincible foe for the imagined benefit
of loyalty to preposterous benefactors
and the matrix is disheveled, sliding into ruin
other previously neglected bits of the dream
pop up here, there and everywhere and not
unfortuitously, given the gloaming
when the missions were ranged all along
the rivers, and the sedition of the dreams
were simply overwhelmed they had to remember
to forget the lure of the ancestral
they thought it didn’t really matter then, as nothing
really does now, for the moving pictures displaying
against billions of darkened backdrops
were the sum of revelations on the available reel.