"Life is but a Dream"

A dream it was all a great strange dream.

Long ago I imagined that all my life was a dream. A brief dream I was having as a child. Even my posting right night on a rainy night 

in the fall of 2018 is part of the dream.

I'll awake. I'm in a bunkbed. My brother asleep below me. 

It's winter I can see snow in the back yard. 

I'm seven. It's January 1958.

I dreamed in fine detail a whole history.

A long lifetime a moments dream.

I hear my dog "Brownie" padding about below. 

My dad getting ready to go to work. 

School I have to go to school.

I have the experiences, memories of a lifetime.

 60 future years.

This is going to be interesting.