DREAMS

Tell me your dream? What is it you see at night long after you’ve closed your eyes?

Tell me your dream? What is it that wish for in the depth of your soul that you have never shared with anyone else?

Tell me your dream? When you gaze out of your office window, where is it that you go?

Tell me? What is it that you want so badly that it scares you sometimes. It is scary isn’t it? The wanting, I mean. Well, it scares me. A lot really.

I wish I didn’t have dreams. Mine are ridiculous. Yes, I do sometimes dream of you. Sometimes they are good dreams. Sometimes not. I write entire movies and books in my dreams. I do. And maybe that’s what is ridiculous, I know how hard it is to get there. But when I’m not here, that’s where I am.

I don’t know. Don’t you think that wishing is foolishness? It’s like a meant to be. How do you really know, you know? I don’t either. It’s crazy. I wish, here I go again. I can’t tell you that. You won’t understand. Most people don’t. You’ll think I’m possessed. I sometimes think if I talk about it, it won’t come true. I am even too afraid to think of it.

That is where I go. Most times, I mean. That is where I run to with spread out arms. I laugh more, when I’m there. It’s a good place to be. It’s not that I don’t like this place. But that place is where I think I’ll be happy most. Never mind, you don’t get it. Not really.

Yes, I know. We all have dreams. We all want stuff. I’m no different, and maybe that is what truly scares me. The fact that I might just be like everyone else. I don’t want to be invisible. I don’t want to be that person who dies and a few months later no body remembers you. Not really, any way.

You right. We do sometimes wish to be so different that we end up being the same. But how come so many of us want the same damned things. Why can’t they want something different. Why don’t I?

If I knew that I wouldn’t be here. Talking like this.

Hey, where you going? You can’t leave, you haven’t told me your dream yet…