I dreamt…
But wait a moment…
Is that really accurate?
Is that really true?
Do I dream?
Is it I who is doing the dreaming?
Uncertainty.
What does it mean to dream?
What is dreaming?
Is it like walking?
It is like singing or talking?
If I want to walk, or sing or talk then I can.
But when I want to dream, nothing happens.
I cannot make myself dream, nor make a dream.
Dreams just happen.
Dreams just happen to me.
Sometimes I am ready to catch them.
Sometimes they distract me.
I am not dreaming.
I am being dreamt.
Dreams talk, I listen.
Dreams whisper.
Dreams hint.
My dream is showing itself to me.
I call it mine, but is it mine?
I cannot hold it, I did not create it, but only I get to see it.
It is a gift.
Something offered between friends.
Little Soul dreams, and she shares her dreams with me.
Look! She says,
Look what I have made tonight.
If I am ready then I see it,
I am captured by the dream.
I forget everything else.
I forget who I am and let the dream work.
Like a play or a magic act.
But I only get to see it,
She does the work.
She wrote the play.
Here it is.
She made it for herself, it is her own work
She has her own goals.
I should not think that it is all about me.
She is my friend, so some of it might be about me.
But it is her dream.
She made it.
So I hurt a bit.
Because I am sensitive.
I get scared sometimes.
But it’s ok.
She forgives me,
and promises a new dream tomorrow.
Maybe. 