The Reminiscence of a Dream

The Surreal Narrative Poem The reminiscence of a dream I am writing to become a writer one day. I am writing in the hope that my little one will be reading these pieces one day. I am writing in the hope that I will add value to this society one day. I will add value to my kids’ lives. The other day, I was in the middle of a zoom workshop. Every meeting is virtual nowadays. In the middle of the meeting, I heard a knock at the door. I muted the meeting and opened the door. I saw a lady. She was smiling. She was checking her mailbox. “My boy knocked at your door.” She was telling, smiling. Then I saw her boy. A tiny little toddler without any shirt. He was mouthful with a smile. “Glad to meet you, little buddy.” I shook his hand. I came back to my meeting. My virtual meeting. I do not keep a diary. I do not have a tendency to track the alarm. But at that very moment, I heard the familiar music of an ice-cream truck. I cannot even tell how happy I felt, for that moment, for those ice creams, and for that boy. Although those two might never interconnect. There is no way to make sure of dreams. if one reaches the destination safely or not. Characters in dreams do not exist, those dreams only float around. But what is left is a feather like happiness or sad feelings after waking up. The reminiscence of a dream in the realities of life. Yet, we do need to dream. Dream, the very core imagination of the subconscious mind!