I’m having a dream and minding my
own business, per usual.
A young, attractive blonde haired woman
slips into the dream.
Were talking, connecting, despite me being
monk-like in the real world.
I’m becoming into her, liking her, wanting
to talk to her more in the future.
The scene shifts. I’m walking somewhere
having doubts and hopes,
maybe it could work out inspite of the age
difference; no, impossible, I’m too old for her.
I wake up groggy and wonder why I sometimes
have unrequited dreams of women like that,
and if as some claim, dreams are really visits
to astral planes.
Maybe when my I go into The Big Sleep, I’ll
wake up in the afterlife and find out.
Bob Boyd