Dreaming Along the Laurel

＂...But dreaming, like play, suspends us in time, and maybe here we touch something common with childhood, the magic of opening categories and questions, bits from you, or me, or somewhere else. And maybe you never find out, maybe no one knows. Maybe it’s all a dream. These are pieces of dreams, things said, heard, and perhaps misremembered from a space that’s not quite one thing. How could it ever be?＂