I had a dream…

Martin Luther King made his world-famous declaration ‘I have a dream’ nearly half a century ago. I, far from great and as common as so many people, also have dreams of my own, though different from the great man, mine are real.

A kitty, white and tender with big, blue eyes, appeared in my dream last night. She was so soft that I dared not hold her with more strength than necessary; she was so weak that her watery eyes could beg love and voluntary care from the coldest heart; she was so sick that I was crying all the time, carrying her crazily around to ask for help.

I have no idea of the fate of the kitty, because the alarm clock woke me up when I finally found a doctor who was willing to treat her. But the anguish throughout the dream haunted until this very moment: it reminds me of the long lost feeling. What it is, I cannot tell.

Not a lot of dreams I can recall in the morning. What about you? Maybe it is not only a good way to practice writing (since genuine communication helps most in learning a language), but  a way to share and enjoy life.