My daytime dream was dark
And  difficult
Little luck
Lots of struggling
Pervasive frustration
And a sense of subtle
Irritation

Murky air,
Everywhere
At every turn
A dead end
Or a circlular
One-way bypass
For my desired destination

I was trying to arrange
Things,
Organizing
Circumstances
To my best advantage.

Then I began to consider
My dream world friends
Instead of taking care of me
I started taking care of them

Those around me,
The other actors in my movie
What do they need?
What would they want

Because it was a dream
I could give them anything
Rearrange their world
Let their bells ring

And we all began to sing

Sean Hunt
Windermere Dec 24 2015