I have dreamt stuff you couldn't imagine.
 Attack ships? Ah, that's for lame replicas of humans.
 I have dreamt of planets rebuilt for war, hollowed out rocks, armed
with energy beams so powerful they can kill stars.
 I have dreamt of gates where you could fly a galaxy through.
 I have dreamt of aliens and monsters and beasts, all frolicking
together on the blue grass under the green sun of a distant star.

 I have had dreams of fame and fortune, I have had dreams of
poverty and famine,
I have dreamt of the ending of the universe and me, laughing at it,
alone as always.
 I have dreamt of streets and rivers and skies filled with moving boxes,
by men driven and driving men.
 I have dreamt of the beginning of the universe and me, crying at it,
alone as always.
 I have dreamt of books,
 I have dreamt of movies,
 I have dreamt of games,
 I have dreamt of code, line after endless line of code,
green over black, procedure after procedure, methods that call methods,
recursive cascades of instructions.
 I have dreamt of a pen,
slowly writing my life.
 I have dreamt of a old notebook dusty as time it self,
of the lines that I wrote in it,
of the names that I loved in it,
of the times that I cried to it.
 I have dreamt of boys and of girls,
 I have dreamt of sex and love,
 I have dreamt of fear and happiness,
 I have dreamt of nothing,
  for days unending,
  I dreamt of nothing
  but the darkness.

 I have dreamt of you, but as I always do,
woke up alone.