Dreams

A lonely, older Alice reflects.

I've always had dreams, about what could have been, and what was. It was wondrous, terrifying, and fearful. There was one about gardens. Another about magic. One about trees. And so many others.

I remember too many dreams. Yet, nothing was like this tea party I was in. I remember being entranced, by the sheer madness of it, a bunch of strange people clearly off their rocker. I was but a child back then – but it's still so vivid in my mind.

I remember learning about being mad. I learned about the charm in madness. Something I didn't understand back then, but I do now.

It was simply an insignificant dream, but the memory remains eternal.

Indeed, what a mad thought.