Soul Dream Walking
Fell into a dream on a summer’s day
In the middle of a meadow, with sticky fingers
orange marmalade toast next to me slopped onto grass
Wonders happened almost instantly
It was not a rabbit-hole but something better
A tunnel practically hidden by a circle of sticks
Coming to get me was my grandmother
I had not seen her since sixty-four
I found myself tumbling and rumbling
Dipped into an empty cavern
You are killing me I whispered.
I felt her arm on my shoulder as I tumbled.
Grandmother and I landed in a magical spot.
A dream place I had only seen a few times.
Giant bookshelves with Pippi Longstockings books
and treasure maps! I was in heaven.
Have I died? I asked my grandmother.
No, darling, she assured me.
You are merely soul dream walking.
In the morning you will be back in your bed.
I am disappointed to say she was right.
For it is in dreams we get to visit our loved ones
And only there; I never wanted to wake up
But of course I have.
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