Get out of my dream

You farmer sitting on my dream land of a world city

You capitalist sitting on my dream of a workers utopia

You free woman sitting on my dream of a big joint family

You patriarch sitting on my dream of endless love

You lazy child sitting on my dream of a successful future

You tribal sitting on my ore

You pedestrian walking on my road, give space to my automobile ,

Get out of my dream

Let me fly.

What happens when dreams collide?

Is there a common dream?

Is it possible ever?

Only if our dreams occupy only our bodies?

Leaving earth alone

Mystics all?

My dream dies with me, yours with you

Every new being bringing their own dream.

Or

Can dreams live together?

Each one can have land equally divided,

Equal forests, equal desert, equal mountains, equal rivers

But each ones capacity to dream is different

One dream can consume a million hearts

Fascism of a dream ,you can say!

Can billions of dreams occupy one heart?

Everyones dreams in everyones heart,

Bit by bit, one by one

We can see what can be done

What needs to be undone.

The only true religion is the act of sharing dreams,

The act of listening.

The only work is creating worlds of beauty

From the communion of dreams.

For an instant, a few passing moments,

Then its time for some other dreamers ,

And for you to move on to some other dream.