In my dream i was collecting for charity.
It wasn’t cancer but I said cancer by mistake.
I climbed up the stairs.
One young man had no legs only stumps.
He said come in and take my jar of coins.
In the jar was a mixture of copper, silver and gold coins.
He had a little table in front of his balcony.
It was shaped like a circle.
He cried out can you stay n talk I’m so desperately lonely ?
But I had other houses to visit so I had to say no.
Then his father came chasing after me in a loud roaring voice.
Before he could lay a pinky on me his voice became the storm and I woke up with a jolt