like the night's sweet dreams that bridge yesterday and today.
Ah, dreams, vivid and joyful,
reminding me that the past may be gone
but it is not forgotten.
It was a lucid dream, all inconsistencies noted,
discussed and accepted.
Would reality have changed if someone had dissented?
It was 1986,
the house, the van, the haircut and clothing all said so.
Yet Amber who was not born yet was there,
and so was an online friend whom I 'met' in 2001.
The fabric of dreams is loosely woven,
sometimes by committee,
and it is not bound by mortal laws.
For this I am deeply grateful.