DREAMLAND

Have you ever wondered who the people are

encountered in our dreams? 

Is possible that they are real, 

and we, 

a part of their dream?

Dreamland

Last night while deep in sleep,

I travelled down a path

my destination home,

when unexpected the path diverged.

I considered for a moment,

then took the path unknown.

I wandered through a forest

that smelled and looked like pine.

The path, dry and dusty,

was long and twisting,

the day hot and sunny.

Hot and thirsty,

I removed my shell and Tilley,

and set them by the trail,

intending to retrieve them 

when next time down this trail.

Some people happened by,

I stopped to say hello, and ask 

where the path was leading. 

They said they didn’t know.

I continued on, 

alone,

confused as to where,

the path was leading……

And then I found myself in a town,

perhaps a city,

with streets long, and 

unknown.

I wandered,

down one street, 

and then another,

wondering, 

confused,

as to where the path had gone.

I came upon a woman,

someone I didn’t know, 

I asked her about the trail, but 

she said she didn’t know. 

Panicking, and

with darkness descending,

I came upon a trail.

Not knowing where it led,

desperate to go home,

I took this trail through woods unfamiliar,

and woke up in my bed,

I wonder if my home.

Throughout the day following,

I wondered on my dream, and

thinking to find solution,

I called upon  a source well known,

Google was its name.

In seconds came the answer,

though I should have known,

choices are its fame.

I chose the one most likely, 

and 

satisfied,

that I’d selected wisely,

I went about my day.

As to my choice,

you must forgive me,

……. a secret I choose to claim.

EAS