Close Enough

I had a dream
It didn't have a great meaning
I am not Martin

A dream about things I can't say
Not because of some kind of secrecy
Things I can't say
Because I have never said such things

I was there again
At an arm distance
Your hand resting on the table
Mine staying where it was

If I were able to control my dreams
I would never have a dream of such
Not because I am a control freak
Don't get me wrong
I am a bit of a control freak
But this is not about that

Subconscious
What an interesting word
Crowded, full, messy
Just as I remember