Dreams...

Haunted by, of late.
Of the sacred.
Of the profane.
But mostly of the mundane.
Trying the make sense of what was, what may come, and what never will be.
The other people in my dreams- am I in their dreams as well?
Or is my dream-world the universe of a fallen angel?
Aspiring to omnipotence, but remaining in a shadow-play.
If you meet me in your dream, give me a sign.
And I will reciprocate.