In a dream, someone smiles with a curl of their lips and calls out a name. I wake with a start, thinking an old acquaintance is standing before me, only to realize I don’t recognize them.
When I wake from the dream, someone’s face is bright with life, their thoughts hidden. I turn around without warning and find myself reunited with an old acquaintance, only to regret that it’s too late.
Life is no more than one long dream. If so, what’s wrong with having a little daydream?
I only wish to rest my head on a pillow of golden millet and dream without restraint.
When I wake, who knows whether anything will have changed...
[A place to toss in miscellaneous bits of inspiration. Some come from dreams, others from stories I’ve recently tried to write. I only have one incomplete outline, but as I sort through things, it’ll all come together, won’t it?]
Theme: Life is a dream. Why not follow your heart?
