I don't remember my first dream. I guess none of us do, but wondering what it would've been like.
Did I see snapshots of the future? Did I see an ethereal world? Phantasmic images? Or was it so scary that it would jerk me awake from abysmal sleep? Technology may help us interpret them one fine day. I wonder how much significance will it be of. Though, gritty souls like me will enjoy every little clue that life throws at us. May be, I'll write another poem after that. Or, it may help me die with another dream. Who knows!
