when this body you see, transitions….into/out to new worlds and dimensions and someone asks you, “what did she do for a living?”
you can tell them that i dreamed for a living.
what kind of dreams?, they might ask.
all kinds. BIG and tiny, during her sleep, as she read through books, at work, in the morning while she made coffee, as loved ones laid their heads on her shoulder, and through the l.a. traffic.
yes, her dreams documented in countless journals, pieces of paper and napkins, intentioned into beads and dream catchers.
dreams posted all over her wall, she’d say, thank you, thank you.