By: Erin Lantsberger
Major: Nursing
Year: Junior
Hometown: Pleasant Hill, CA
They say that you can only dream
Of the faces that you’ve already seen
In your waking moments.
There are men I have seen
That I will never know
Yet they haunt my dreams and
Steal sleep by simply existing
In my dreamland.
There are women in my dreams
That I may never see again
But the envy will remain
Because of the story my imagination crafted
While I was deep in my slumber.
In whose dream was I
The inquisitive stranger at the coffee shop
With a smile that pervades into the early stages
Of her morning?
In whose dream was I
The best friend she seemingly knew forever
Yet, upon waking,
my soft humor fades away?
In whose dream was I
The one that got away, the one
With a history designed by some unidentified source
While he slept soundly under the dream’s illusion?
In whose dream was I
The secret lover, unbeknownst to the world
With whom he fell so deeply in love that
His subconscious remembers the deep curve of my smile?
Incredible, all these nightly delusions
None of which become reality
But feel just as concrete as life itself.