I wonder what it would be like to dream Madie Phillips, '23 I wonder what it would be like to dream In the night when everything is quiet But your mind, invisibly flooded With the sparks of experience, delusion, The spirit of which waits patiently To be reproduced in reality. At night when everything Turns to an eerie black, hours pass Quickly as if they never happened at all. A warp of time which is extended By the minds of some, but quickly Forgotten by others. Everyone has dreams, of some sort, But only some have the ability to Remember those that come Alive in the night. Those that are as telling As they are fantastical or frightening. Only some have the kind of subconscious Imagination that’s strong enough for that. I wish I had the ability to dream, To extend the night, not just let it pass by, Because it’s not unwanted. Tell me about your dreams And I’ll sit there intrigued, wondering What it would be like to dream.