Dreaming

I was sleeping, taking a nap
The telephone’s ringing
Woke me up, as I walked
Into the parlor to answer
The phone I thought, it’s
My mother calling me
But no, only a telemarketer
My mother died years ago.

I must have been dreaming
Funny how dreams don’t play
By the same rules that we
Must live by, dreams bypass
Reality, they jumble up
Experiences into something
New, sometimes believable
Sometimes incredulous.