Wish I could dream any dreams I want.
Dreams that I become water, a wild flower on the roadside, a bird heading toward its birthplace, a poem composed by an unknown poet, a mountain, unknown grasses in a field, a fresh green tree, a calm and tranquil river, salts, a wide and deep ocean, sands, waves, a blue sky, a cumulous cloud, a sunset, a star in the early summer, winds, rains, stones, soils, and a white glare.