Do you dream?<\/i><\/p>\n
Sometimes <\/i><\/p>\n
I dream every night <\/i><\/p>\n
Yesterday I dreamt that I was visiting the town of Marlow <\/i><\/p>\n
Or rather I was passing it<\/i><\/p>\n
On the opposite bank of a very wide river <\/i><\/p>\n
I have always liked Marlow but have not visited the town for many years <\/i><\/p>\n
I feel a peace when I am in Marlow <\/i><\/p>\n
It is indeed a beautiful town <\/i><\/p>\n
I dreamt that I had taken a different road and that I was on the side of a hill overlooking the town <\/i><\/p>\n
But the town was full of spires like Pugin might have imagined <\/i><\/p>\n
A Catholic city full of spires <\/i><\/p>\n
But I did not detain my journey <\/i><\/p>\n
Soon I was overlooking a small bay <\/i><\/p>\n
I was washing my hair on the doorstep of my cottage <\/i><\/p>\n
A fly had become trapped on my arm <\/i><\/p>\n
A passer-by who was on his way to a sporting event removed the insect without harming the creature<\/i><\/p>\n
I closed my eyes and found myself within a huge industrial complex <\/i><\/p>\n
I was surrounded by immense factories and warehouses <\/i><\/p>\n
I could not see the exit road <\/i><\/p>\n
A small man suddenly appeared and gave me two batons <\/i><\/p>\n
Which were illuminated <\/i><\/p>\n
He told me that I would be able to fly if I held these batons at arm\u2019s length <\/i><\/p>\n
As soon as he was gone I stretched my arms and began flying <\/i><\/p>\n
I saw a coach parked in a field <\/i><\/p>\n
It was the Juventus team coach <\/i><\/p>\n
They were playing a match nearby <\/i><\/p>\n
Which even if they lost they would win <\/i><\/p>\n
My illuminated batons let me explore the industrial complex but they inhibited further travel <\/i><\/p>\n
I landed for a while and found a magazine that noted that the great Juve side was now in decline <\/i><\/p>\n
The goalkeeper Gigi Buffon was showing signs of age and had recently clashed with the Spanish Centre-Forward <\/i><\/p>\n
I was considering whether this story was true when I found myself flying again this time without the aid of the batons <\/i><\/p>\n
I left the industrial complex and headed out to sea <\/i><\/p>\n
The night was not yet spent and in the distance a spectacular yellow dawn was breaking <\/i><\/p>\n
Nothing more happened after that <\/i><\/p>\n
My dream had finished <\/i><\/p>\n
Do you think it had a meaning? <\/i><\/p>\n
It probably had a thousand meanings <\/i><\/p>\n
Why do I dream each night?<\/i><\/p>\n
I most probably dream each night but you remember your dreams <\/i><\/p>\n
Are your dreams so terrible that you do not recall them on waking?<\/i><\/p>\n
I have often pondered that question <\/i><\/p>\n
I intend the forgo sleep tonight to see if my dreams appear <\/i><\/p>\n
I would like to see their creation <\/i><\/p>\n
The mechanics the constituent parts of my memory <\/i><\/p>\n
Dreams may not originate in memory <\/i><\/p>\n
I once dreamt that I was cleaning my flat <\/i><\/p>\n
But I had a bovine head <\/i><\/p>\n
Nobody was aware of this but me <\/i><\/p>\n
It appeared in my photographs <\/i><\/p>\n
What happened?<\/i><\/p>\n
I do not know as the dream did not end <\/i><\/p>\n
Dreams always end <\/i><\/p>\n
We are just unaware of their conclusion <\/i><\/p>\n
The town of Marlow with Catholic spires <\/i><\/p>\n
What a beautiful image<\/i><\/p>\n
Were there many?<\/i><\/p>\n
Too many to count <\/i><\/p>\n
God must have loved the town in his dreams <\/i><\/p>\n
Do you think that God dreams? <\/i><\/p>\n
Does the universe end?<\/i><\/p>\n
There is no answer to these question <\/i><\/p>\n
I am about to wake up you know <\/i><\/p>\n
I am aware of that fact <\/i><\/p>\n
My eyes are open <\/i><\/p>\n
I can see them shining in the morning bright <\/i><\/p>\n
I am not dreaming <\/i><\/p>\n
You are but dreams are shapeless <\/i><\/p>\n
They have no form <\/i><\/p>\n
I can see trees and the golden fields <\/i><\/p>\n
They are only images <\/i><\/p>\n
But I can touch the trees and run through the golden fields <\/i><\/p>\n
And I can slowly walk across the Artic wastes <\/i><\/p>\n
Everything is possible \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
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