Homed

The dream was clear:
Find where dreams are homed.
I know my journals have been home
to my dreams over the years.
But the journals are not lost,
or misplaced, or in need of finding.
What then?
Do dreams have homes like us?
Some not yet, some just born, some toddlers, some
unruly adolescents, some mature, some elderly
some already dying, some dead. If so,
What then?
Do dreams leave home and journey to us?
Come visiting as uncertain guests?
To find their home means we must travel.
Who among us will take that trip and how?
What then?