I had a thousand dreams yesterday.
Paid for them
with a thousand sleeps.

Every time I nodded off
another one rolled in
like a nightshift messenger              
or zero hours prophet  
with something urgent to say.

I dreamed of you.
Of us.
Of futures plans to be
and a past that still thinks it notover yet.

I dreamed of things
that haven’t happened yet
or maybe the universe
was sharing its rough drafts.

Were they visions
Prophecies
Or just my brain
rambling
while the body                              
was borrowed by sleep.

I should’ve taken notes.
I didn’t.
So most of it was gone                      
By the time I made my first coffee.

But I remember
the dreams were vivid,
and they were kind,
and they said
the good days
were not behind.

Then the nurse said,
Time to wake up                          
And added roll up your sleeve,
So the dreams
went very quiet,
my arm got busy,

And the only thing revealed
were my veins
still doing overtime.