Do we age in dreams? As dreamers, I mean,
forty, fifty, eighty years after experiencing
our first dream, are we conscious, in a dream,
of being older? Running, swimming, flying - upright
or Superman-style - does it feel as effortless,
as light as it used to? Or does gravity - and time -
exact the same slowing price in prone night
as it does in wakeful day? Don't know about you,
but the stuff of my dreams, for decades: the grip
the slip, the sense of sudden loss, remains
unaffected by the march of time. Morpheus
maintains my ageless dream noir.
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