Dreams.

The most tantalizing dreams are the ones that I cannot recall except for the lingering emotion and flash of an image that causes one to be haunted by a long forgotten reverie. Do I not remember because it was nothing? Or do I not remember because I am afraid to?

We might dig for the rest of the morning trying to find it again.
Sometimes it comes to us in the late stretching sunset, touched by Déjà vu.  
Other times, it is lost forever.
Was it lost love taunting the lover?
A monster chasing you?
Was it falling from a hotel roof?
Maybe it was flying before tumbling to Earth.
Sometimes it’s a mind just spinning, floating through time.
Lucid as all hell.

Love, fear, excitement, anger.
Wonderment with a million emotions shared,
but not connected to seven billion others in our daily oceans.
No matter what, when you are a dreamer,
you can be the only one.

Don't be afraid to remember, and it's okay to forget.
Have fun.
Just don't stare too long into your soul's sun.