Maybe we are.
Maybe our whole existence.
This world.
This universe.
Exists, fleetingly
Because someone ate cheese late at night.
(That is if cheese, and night exist at all
Outside the dream.)
Perhaps we are imagined.
Symbolic manifestations of a worry
Or a wish
In a waking world
We cannot comprehend.
But if that’s true
The best thing we can do
Is make the dream a good one.
So that the dreamer, when they wake
And we burst like soap bubbles,
Says to someone else
“That dream I had last night
Was awesome.”
Tom Juniper Poetry 