Dreamland

I dream that all my dreams have been cancelled. Put in sealed cans upon a dark shelf at the far end of my soul, marked: 'only open in the event of an emergency'. I try to unzip the cloak of this dream, to escape, back to reality. But, it's no use, there is no pull on this nightmare, no ready exit into the world of awake. In my dream of no dreams I slowly come to understand that all of my dreams are old relics of the mind, the remaining ruins of former illusions, like faded photographs of places no longer there. In the middle of this awareness it comes to me: 'This is an emergency'. I turn back to the shelf that holds my old dreams. There is only one can remaining. I open it. It is then I notice the buttons on the cloak. I unfasten them, and step out. In that brief liminal place between dreaming and waking I turn and look back into the darkness, I see the can laying there, open, inside is my heart, beating; quickly, before becoming fully cognizant, I reach back, take it, and place it within me. Suddenly and finally I land wide awake. I wrap my arms around myself to stretch, and just maybe, to hug the only dream I have left... (This was a real dream I had.)