If you dream of a room that shouldn’t be there,
Or a stranger you know with the fairest of hair,
Or of a time that’s not now,
Or a place that’s not here,
You may have been visited by a special sightseer
Starweaver floats through the dreams of the sleeper
Sometimes you wake, sometimes you drift deeper
Into a realm where anything can exist
Where time lasts as long as your dream will persist
He watches events as your dream unfolds…
He guides you, he watches you,
He offers suggestions,
He lets you see things that you know you should question
He hopes that your dreams will help you feel good,
And he’ll make them come true
…
If only he could.
Most of the time I forget my dreams but I have started …seemingly…to remember some of them!
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