Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Dream Weaver By Sarah Horton I dreamed the world was a place of love and harmony . . . Dream Lover . . . What dreams may come You are my dream lover – thinking of my love, my sweet heart . . . (song pops into my head) Dream The snow is falling . . . hard. The air is thick with it . . . in my nose. I wander on the path while the winds blow. I slip, and almost lose my footing. The pathway is blurred from the flakes and wind blowing. Soon, there is no side view or peripheral vision. Instantly, only one foot in front of the other and I think— if I keep moving it will clear. Clearly, I now step ahead — one foot, then another, and another. …