A Dreamer With No Name

Who is me while I am dreaming?

Photo by Raimond Klavins on Unsplash

I need to be stripped of my fake identity to become the Dreamer
The Weaver who looms the very fabric of his reality out of desire.
I am the Walker who paints his landscape as he goes along his way.
I lend a John Doe’s body to materialize my wishes and incarnate them.