What is a dream? How do we dream? Do we dream with images or words? Are our dreams limited? They say that dreams are limitless. I do not agree with them. I feel like my mind is controlled, my words have their meanings, and all the cartoons and fairy tales I have watched and listened are some kind of a nightmare of other people. What is a dream? Is it success or a love affair, or just a movie that is played while sleeping? If Jung was here, he would explain it definitely and I am sure that Freud would have some word too. But here I am, a child, a girl, a woman and a human being, of course. I have a world, as you do one. And there is a world we live on, the planet earth and a universe our world belong to.. I do not know if it is true, but they say so. I have not looked upon the world from the universe. They say the world is our home, but some of us are even homeless and some of us have home-sweet-home, and some that even do not feel at home, at all. Do you know what is common for all of us? We live under the same sky, but when it is night some see stars and some see darkness. It is mysterious and desirable, isn’t it? The world around us, all that stuff in it that we try to make sense of. Now, hold your breath and listen while I reveal the truth.


It was a hot summer night when I realized the stars. I was walking upon a hill in the town I grew up while creating my dream in each of my steps. I felt that there was something wrong with my dreams. I felt that they did not belong to me. I had a question in my mind at that very moment: What belongs to me? ‘ Nothing’, said my heartbeat. ‘It is just a breathe that you have.’ I sat upon the hill and realized that I was breathing. I did not know that I was breathing till that moment. I took a deep breathe, released my thoughts and watch them go. My heartbeat and breathe adjusted themselves to the wind. All my meanings were gone with the wind. I laid down and looked at the sky above me, I saw stars and darkness, and they reminded me of a couple that could not live without each other. I thought that the stars were beautiful because of darkness. A white feather from the moon fell from the sky and when it touched the grass, the sun began to illuminate all the darkness. Maybe all the stars merged into the sun during the time which I fell asleep. When I woke up, I remembered that I saw a feather that was sent from the spirits of the moon, a sign indicating that I was safe and sound, and they were with me. I thanked them dancing under the moonlight and grabbed some stars to put in my hair. ‘Oh what a dream!’, I said. The sun was heating the earth up and I needed to find somewhere under trees near a river. I silenced my mind and listened the nature speak. I got up and started to walk. Just a few steps later, I saw a feather near a beautiful flower. I felt like it belonged to me and took it. I followed the voice of the nature which took me where I exactly needed. I had a thought that someone bad would be watching me, but with the feather I felt safe. I drank some water and ate a fruit of the tree which was my home for that time. I thought it was a gift for me, as I was only a guest there. Fish were dancing in the river and I wanted to see them close. I got nearer to the water and they disappeared. I saw a giant monster on the water, I knew that it could not have been myself. I was terrified and fell into the water, then I saw that there was no one except for me. I was so tired, and it was getting hotter and hotter. I got back under the tree and heard a lullaby, it was the song of the forest fairies. I remember lyrics vaguely.


My mother closed the book while telling the last stanza of the poem:
“Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?”
She kissed me upon the cheek, and whispered “Sweet dreams”.