Dreaming

Life is a dream. Who said that?
Travelling brings you closer to it.
Skimming across.
Passing through (my favourite place).
Taking it all in.
And music. Mobile music.
If you live with it in your head as I do,
awake or asleep,
there is continuity with the dream-world.
With mobile music you take your cloud with you everywhere you go.
Drifting. Floating by.
Vaguely aware of the buses and cars competing for space as you cross the road.
Getting new insight.
Passing silent conversations.
A world of dreams and insight.
A bag on your shoulder with a pen and paper in.
Today I weep for Mama Cass Elliot.