William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

The Dream Run

The dream run, though it lasted for only a few steps, was much like my morning run, except that in the dream run, I ran on the road without sandals. The asphalt was warm. The bare soles of my feet felt like they were being massaged. I’m not sure, but I think this is the first time since I’ve started running that I’ve dreamed about running. My memory is unreliable in that regard. Experience and dream overlap, and are often interchangeable; and sometimes, it seems, indistinguishable. I’ve asked it before: am I dreaming now? Yes or no, yes and no, neither or both, I have no proof to offer, no certain way to tell. Certainty is for those who know, or who are afraid not to know, which is another way of saying, there are many ways to run.


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  1. Träume geben oft das zurück, was einen beschäftigt, wichtig ist. Und ich gebe dir recht, sie überschneiden sich oft mit dem Wirklichen, manchmal so, dass man überlegen muss, war es Traum, war es Realität? Danke für das so gute Aufgreifen dieses Gedankens…
    Herzlichst, Edith

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    • Thank you, too. I thought you might feel that way; and I think it’s probably that way for many. Often I feel my whole life experience is a dream. “Reality” is another word for it. I’m happy and content to let it be whatever it is, whatever it wants….

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  2. Es wird ganz sicher allen so gehen, denke ich, nur manche Menschen nehmen dies nicht so direkt auf. Für diese ist es vielleicht nur eine kleine Überlegung wert, wenn überhaupt. Man darf mit Träumen nicht oberflächlich umgehen, auch sie tragen in uns und für uns Bedeutung. Danke, lieber Wiliam, mit guten Tagträumen für heute…

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  3. I cannot help but marvel at the wisdom and beauty of your words.

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