Dreaming

My eyes are closed. The world I dream holds them trapped so that only my mind can see. I try to lead my thoughts, but I can only follow people I see walking side by side in the same direction. The Dream Master releases my eyes; they fly open. Large and small everyday items around me are familiar. I remember the dream. “What will you accomplish?” the Dream Master asks.
In my appreciation of his hypnotic powers I am capable even in my awe. “Wow! Hope for the world. I am glad that you cannot enable my loss of simplicity.”