my dreams

My dreams used to be colorful I built an orphanage nightly The inhabitants loved me Cheered when I arrived Cried when I left My dreams had to do with humanitarianism When I was young I had an animal clinic and a home for wayward women I had heard they were in trouble, but did not know what it meant In spite of my ignorance, I decided to fix them. In my dream state I built an entire village for one year From 1960 to 1961; it started when I was eight Every night I added another concept Something to help humanity; My empathy was unbound These dreams stopped abruptly Without warning I never understood why Now if I do dream, it is not in color And I remember nothing