a dream about dreaming

by Bec Fary

I saw my brother watching me through the window of a bus driving past the front of my house. I got on a bus but suddenly I was far away and travelling in the opposite direction. I was on my way to meet with people to study for an exam. I was unprepared and really nervous that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the people I was studying with.

I arrived and sat at a table outside a cafe. There was a man sitting across from me drawing. I asked what he was doing and he said he was drawing what he’d seen in his dream. Turns out he was studying for an exam about dreaming. I told him that was lovely and that I loved dreams.

He looked at me, very said, because he could never remember his dreams. But somehow he kept drawing them.