Last night I dreamt

A ghost on a hill, a castle ruin
Shapeless, I moved
With the wind.
As a spirit-self, just under real
Formless; waiting
For changes

Last night I dreamt

You came to my castle ruin, equipped
With sunscreen and shades
And cameras.
I touched your shoulder, and my hand went through
You, insubstantial
And transparent.
You came to love me, and laughed with me
And captured my image
In your camera.

Last night I dreamt

You had my pictures
You had my proof
That I exist.
Give them to me, I said. Give

Me my pictures. Show me.
Last night I dreamt

And the dream changed to an unfamiliar place. Still a spirit, I
hovered
Just above a chair in the conference chamber
So different from the place I left
Clean and clinical, smelling of bleach
All steel and sharp angles and fake wooden inlay.
Give me my pictures, I demanded.
You sneered and spoke: "ungrateful."
"You had the dream." You said. "What more do you want?"

Last night I dreamt of dreaming.
Last night I dreamt of waking.
Last night I dreamt.