A Dream of You and Me

In my dream last night, I was me

and you were somebody familiar

to me, but not you. Dreams are

that way sometimes, an out of the

blue, all-of-a-sudden happening.

I had the deja vu feeling that I had

seen this one before. And were it a

movie, I would never pay to see it

over again. I didn’t ask for this the

first time. You know how I dislike

watching re-runs of ever kind. It

was, of course, commercial free.

So I must have paid for it some-

how initially. The theater lights

went down, I recall, and it was

definitely you sitting in the seat

next to me. I knew it was you even

though in the brightest of scenes,

I could not remember your name.

Those who analyze dreams pro-

fessionally claim that we are the

ones who play every role in the

dreams of our making. So, it was

I holding the cold hand of myself

sitting next to me. No wonder you

shall remain nameless yet familiar

seeming in my dream— Cold hand,

me holding my own. It’s kind of like

me telling this story to myself, as if

that really helps...Creepy!

Chris Hanch 12-30-18