My Own Dream

If I could write out my own dream...

Can you imagine what I'd see?

Can I imagine what I'd see?

If I could write out my own dream, where would it begin, and where would it end? Would you have a part to play?

Would you like one?

If I could write out my own dream, what sort of dream would I create? Would I be happy, or sad? Myself, or someone (or something) else? Alone, or surrounded? On the ground, or in the sky? Would I obey the same rules that govern my waking existence, or would I create my own? Would I say what I want to say and hear what I'd like to hear?

Or would I remain silent and, perhaps, hear what I'm afraid of hearing?

If I could write out my own dream, would I ever want to wake up? Would I prefer my dream to reality? Would I wake up disappointed to discover my dream was just that - a dream - then spend each day simply watching as the world went by, passing the time until I could slip back into my dream?

I wouldn't, would I?

Or maybe, in order to avoid this disappointment, I wouldn't write a dream, but a nightmare...

I wouldn't do that either, would I?

If I could write out my own dream, I'm sure barriers would fall. I'm sure I would be free.

Right?

If I could write out my own dream, what would I fear more - sleeping, or waking? Complete control, or the unknown - the mystery? My own answers to my own questions, or questions that remain unanswered?





If I could write out my own dream...would I dare?







If I could write out my own dream, I like to think I'd get it right. But maybe it doesn't really matter. Maybe I should remember and embrace the fact that I can't write out my own dream - that what I put to paper tonight is not what I'll see once my head meets my pillow.

Maybe that is freedom.

Maybe I should just live my dream instead.