I dreamed that I was caught in a dream
And in my dream prison I dreamed I saw
A different house a different family
But not all that different

I did not travel by bus or boat
But remained in the house that was not the one
Where I had lived for twenty years
Although the style was nearly the same

I struggled to recognize the halls and terraces
That should have been familiar
I tried to remember the names of my new wife and kids
The birthday of the youngest

I gazed upon a plant
Tall and broad of leaf
Curling around a wooden slat six feet high
Reminiscent of the one that grows fallingly to the floor

Suddenly the space was filled with people
An assembly room or food service facility
A troop of young priests in Roman collars
Entered marching in double file

Young women played exotic instruments
A lute held upright on the lap
I saw my guitar case lying open on the floor
Empty

I’m sorry Honored Reader to have bored you
Nobody wants the narrative of another’s dream
Sorry to have imposed upon you
My sadness at the empty case