What if you slept...

I saw this poem being flashed at the beginning of some movie on Astro, goodness knows I can't remember, it was months, maybe a year ago. But I've remembered it until now, and I've finally googled it, and here it is.

What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in you hand
Ah, what then? 

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

It's a very short and funny, and I don't know why I remember it at all. But it's a dear little poem, don't you think? When I saw the "Ah, what then?" on the screen I just got the chills. 'cause I'm cool like that.

Sigh. I always loved those old fairytales about the flowers on the moon I read as a child.

Gosh I sound old. Do you know, thinking that you're all grown up is the most obvious indicator that you're a still a child, really? I don't mind. I'll think I'm all grown up if it means I can still be a child.

No, actually, I don't really want to be a child anymore.

Yes, I'm in one of those whimsical moods of mine.