"...but a dream"

A dream it was all a great strange dream. 

Once I imagined that all my life was a dream. A dream I was having as a child. I’ll awake. I’m in a bunkbed. My brother John asleep below me. It’s winter I can see snow in the back yard.  

I’m nine. It’s January 1960.
I dreamed in fine detail a whole history. A long lifetime in 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.

From that I will make new worlds.