I wrote a dream

I dreamed a million dreams and grew much bigger than my bed. I wrote in my dream. I wrote a whole book, a thousand pages. Then I woke up and it was lost. I couldn’t remember when I woke up. I don’t even know if the languages would be the same.

In the nighttime I dream so many dreams that I don’t remember, and think in the morning: how many lifetimes have I lived before this one?