Dreams

A night of happy dreams--
no nightmare, no phantasmagoria,
no mad rush to find a bathroom,
not chased by beasts, not falling from stairs--
disrupted and couldn't go back to sleep.
You appeared in my dream,
a little haggard a little tired,
but eyes burning in good spirit.
Never any conversations in dreams, 
why?
Probably because sound doesn't exist in dreams.
You never like to talk anyway.
Just vague images, gestures, movements
and their absurd combinations.




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