How to Fix a Dream

In the dream you looked a bit different from the way that you really are. Your hair blew around your face somehow and I brushed the offending strands of it away. We became closer than before and talked of our histories. It turned out that we had come from very different places in life, and our smiles were empathic. There was no time to rush away from the moment for, time was gone and was standing by and listening to, and watching us, and smiling over us. I then walked outside of my dream to find that things had changed, and that you hadn't really been here with me at all. I wondered about how to fix a dream. I hadn't had to deal with this kind of thing before. I was thinking about the relationship between dream and reality,I was sure that there had to be one. And your words played in my head,and they spoke to me once again. Your words have a habit of doing that, I wonder if my words have the same habit of doing that to you? And I wonder if I appear somehow different, in the dreams that you have of me? And still I wonder about how to fix a dream.