Friday, August 25, 2017

Dream Journal

I am in the library. My head is spinning from gazing upon what must be thousands of books.

There is an older gentleman who moves forward towards me. He smiles as if he knows me.

"Do I know you?" I ask him.

"Yes, yes you do!" he replies. It is funny how I can hear him speak, but his lips aren’t moving.

I am awakened.

Who is he? How do we know each other?
Every time I have remembered my dreams I have been alone.
Has he been there with me all along?


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