There Was a Dream

There was a dream It was so real There were people who came visiting There were plans to go somewhere, do something, later But first someone had asked me to go open the garage door To let a trailer in There was a guy He had a handsome profile, a chiseled nose Brown hair maybe, cut like mine Fitting beside me somehow He said words to the effect of did I want to do whatever people were going to do with him later I said yes I remember a warm arm around my shoulder But first I had to figure out how to open the garage door To let a trailer in As I was going outside, I saw my mother getting out of a car, coming in She was very blond, very young, and very beautiful She went in the door next to where I was leaving I saw her lying on the floor as if so exhausted from traveling, I don’t remember any luggage, any furniture; just her I walked in, she sat up and said, “Hi, Honey!” I said, “I want you to meet somebody.” But first, I had to figure out how to open the garage door To let the trailer in As I was outside, suddenly, somehow, I was in mid-air crossing a great chasm, falling There were people down below and buildings and sidewalks and streets I decided when I fell, I would simply roll And I did that I remember telling people that’s how you do it; you just roll I don’t remember opening the garage door or letting the trailer in But when I went back inside, I looked everywhere for that person who had been there But couldn’t find him I didn’t have his number or anything I was going to keep looking for him when I started to wake up But I was in my bed in my room and it gradually dawned on me That none of it had really happened But it had been so real I really expected it all to be there when I woke up