The light in my head

Im here in this quiet place

Thinking and dreaming

Suddenly, my analytical side awakens me

He says: wake up! She is coming...

My mind is still blind cause it's still dreaming

I cannot see her I say, I cannot see her I scream

My analytical side answers too late she has gone

Again in my place sad and awake

I hear her voice, like a whisper

She is here but now Im in her place

I saw the grass... green

I saw the sky... gray

I smelled the flowers... sweet

I felt the air... fresh

The light of al light awakens me

My physical body starts to recognize the earth

My senses are "human" again

And the only thing that comes to my mind is a part of one

of the Emily Dickinson poems:

With Pinions of Disdain

The soul can farther fly

Than any feather specifiedin

Ornithology --

It wafts this sordid Flesh

Beyond its dull -- control

And during its electric gale --

The body is a soul --

instructing by the same --

How little work it be --

To put off filaments like this

for immortality

If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.