DREAMSTATE

DREAMSTATE

Normally, I do not dream
Or at least that I can recall
As I’m told I merely forget
But last night changed it all
With clarity, it would seem

Nothing scary or horrifying
Merely old cobbled streets
And passers-by I never met
A little shop selling sweets
People looking, not buying

I wandered around all alone
A fishing town on the coast
Shacks that hung out a net
A sleepy dog tied to a post
Old buildings in grey stone

Early evening in November
Nearly dark, chill in the air
I’m sure I sensed it was wet
Being asleep, but still aware
So strange that I remember

Alleyways, narrow and dark
A hilly street leading down
Perhaps it’s time for a reset
I wonder if it is a real town
Even now an image so stark

Someday, I might be there
I will wonder if it resonates
As if settling memory debt
Coincidence a mind creates
Yet somehow, I really care