They are not so different from each other, my awake and asleep worlds.
The reality and the dreams, are relatively consistent to themselves and with each other.
Definitely, with some overlap.
Conversations in dreams are as normal as it gets,
Handshakes, introductions and farewells.
Plus everything in between you’d expect,
From understandings to confusements.
It all seems pretty normal to me.
There, I have never found myself flying above buildings and trees
(unassisted by technology or otherwise),
Although, I drive a car, have ridden a bike and travelled by train.
The cities and countryside, are what I’d expect to find.
Green grass, brown-coloured bark on trees, grey pavements and red brick buildings.
I don’t ever recall writing in a dream, playing a guitar or reading a book.
Unless I can’t remember those dreams where I do.
Or, maybe I’m awake and back here, when I am doing those things, there?
I’m not sure…
I don’t hear loud dance music from the neighbours, on sunny afternoons,
People aren’t knocking on the door trying to sell me things I have no need of nor desire,
Sometimes I have no money on me there, but this is true here, too.
Occasionally, it’s a struggle to move physically, there.
Metaphor extraordinaire, for here.
And sometimes, I experience the sadness of loss.