Only in my dreams
I had a dream about an old friend last night. I think it was my mind replaying my memories of some of the great times we spent together when we were young and carefree. I haven’t seen him since about 1979 but I do often wonder how his life has taken shape and what he is doing these days. I think I know where he lives and I’ve decided that I’ll send him a Christmas card this year just to see if I get a response. Might be fun. If nothing else, whoever it is at that address who has his very same name will get an extra card this year. No harm in that.
I don’t usually remember my dreams. I figure that they’re just not interesting enough or that nobody I care about was in them. I do wonder if the unremembered dreams have an effect on me in some mysterious way, affecting things I do or want to do. I suppose it doesn’t matter much one way or the other.
I come to you in a dream, to see what you see, feel what you feel, know what you are…