I once dreamed I was at home in the Church with the steeple. Our eyes met each other. We were loved by the people And sat in the hand of God. The new civilization would arrive Just as soon as we woke up. But I made that up. . .
Shared experiences create reality.
Need a map. On a spring day in a memory, I saw a vision, so real, so real. A flat street in the middle of town, Near parks and people, smells and sounds. Left me in giggles in the unlikely place. God taking the face of humanity.