I had a dream that doctors put my brain in a virtual reality progream to see if I was fit to live in society,

I had a dream that I told the doctors off, that I said they didn't have to do it, because i'd be ok anyways.

I had a dream that vespers wrapped their vined light around my torso and carried me off to a tower in space where the earth was subject to mockery and the food was all disgusting space junk.

I had a dream that wisdom spoke to me in little verses the color of death, that little tiny words were making up the sense of guilt we carry around with us.

I had a dream that doctors were made to be told off, that they got everything wrong when they said truth without desire was a disease.

I had a dream that you and me were in a velvet room painted by Rodin, where everything was set up as carefully as a chessboard and we played all night and all day though we didn't know which was which.

I had a dream that the eloquent harmonies coming from our mouths might be made to resemble the eloquent harmonies of the heart.

I had a dream that people should not be controlled, I had a dream that people should not be told, and I had a dream that I would never be too old, not really, but you know how it goes with dreams and dreaming, they are semblences of what we are after, protecting us admist old useless disasters.

Erika, I love you.

I love all of you.