Notes from a dream

Next time that you have a dream

Pull out your phone

and call me up

And tell me where you are

So I can meet you

We can fly around

Until we find the perfect tree

For you and me to rent a branch

With an apartment

It’s a little run down

With lots of stairs

That go somewhere

But the porch is huge

with clawfoot tub

And an old piano

Then next time you have that dream

Where you make up a brand new song

The piano will help to write it down

So you can remember

There is a lake inside the tree

That we can walk our dog beside

On bark strewn shore we watch

The ships at sea

Driving home we take

The secret freeway

The one below the

Freeway blocked with traffic

But ours isn’t

While we were at the lake

Inside the tree they cut it down

And built a concrete one but

Left our branch alone

Next time that you have a dream

Pull out your phone

and call me up

And tell me where you are

So I can meet you

A friend told me this in a dream
8/21/12