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
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