I had a dream of a change but the change was quite strange because the change was not what I thought it would be.
In the dream, that was strange, people called me by name and seemed to like me for just being me.
The people were strange, and I knew not their names, but we worked well together for a while.
The characters clicked, and fit like a jig saw, and the time that we whiled was filled with laughter and smiles.
But the problem with dreams, no matter how nice or strange that they seem, they come to an end when we rise.
And when we rise we’re surprised by the imaginative lies that played like a movie behind our sleep filled eyes.