Reality Bleeds A Dream

A dream I just had, sooo long and complex,

with my Buddhist sangha in surreal environs,

together again as we once were, mixed with

the hippie milieu vibe in a structure that was more

than a tent but less than a building communing

together why was I there? I moved through the

dream fascinated by what I was seeing, got 

some good food awkwardly with small dishes

and sat down at a table with Ken Campbell,

a dude long dead that I hadn’t seen for decades,

I said: “Hi, Ken.” He recognized me,

he said my name and I woke up.