In my dream
I was invited to speak
about Superman.
I was billed as
the premier authority –
to be clear about my
professional status
in my dream.
When I reached the podium
I didn’t have a damn thing
to say.
Flustered.
Confused.
Couldn’t find a note page
if my life depended on it
and in my dream,
as it usually happens
in dreams, it did.
Visuals fade
but the feelings are certain.
I was desperate to perform,
to clearly demonstrate to my
audience that I was the
authority on Superman.
I grew increasingly anxious
as the dream wore on.
Where were my notes?
Where was I supposed to stand?
Am I in the right place?
As I looked out
at the crowd
I wondered,
“Who are these people?
And why is it my job to
define Superman?"
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