I've decided that when I leave the confines of the cellular world, I'm going to be a dream muse because no one knows what a dream really is. Read along, and you'll catch my drift...

Dreams get to be so many things. Since energy never dies, I'll exist in as many forms as the collective consciousness can imagine. For some, I'll be a seed that's nurtured with love and hope. Others will nest with me as a mother tends to an egg that holds a living being. I'll be treated with care as the protective shell is brittle and can shatter if it's mistreated.

I'll pass through impenetrable walls of brick and stone like the fragrance of orange blossoms in a spring breeze. Like the scent of an apple pie cooling on the window sill, I'll defy the laws of physics and reach the nose of every child in the neighborhood and make their mouths water.

From a place and time that are least expected, I'll stir the pot of possibility and restore hope. Out of tragedy I'll deliver triumph. Where there is despair, I'll bring peace. When there is sorrow, I'll burrow through the darkness.

So, a dream I think I'll be...