In dreams I do,
What awake, I won’t…
Like go to a mall…
And walk about,
First an hour and then another,
Not unpleasant,
I said to myself.
Then about to leave
A guard tells me,
You had a hat,
When you came in.
How did you remember,
I asked.
It’s your dream…
You made me say it.
We do make up the scenes
In dreams and the dialog.
What he said, I made him say.
And he, of course, was right.
I took off my hat,
Trying a sweater in a store.
But now annoyed
At having to retrace my steps,
I woke myself up.