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And I ask myself

I can still dream, can’t I?

If I was a dreamer,

I would dream of a time traveler

not one who changes wars or deletes history…

but one who simply comes, sits beside you,

talks for five minutes,

smiles once,

and leaves behind a sentence so powerful

it quietly rewrites your entire life.

If I was a dreamer,

I would see AI and humans

walking side by side

not as masters and machines,

not as watchers and watched

but as silent helpers,

never stealing privacy,

never touching destiny without permission.

If I was a dreamer….

I would see Mr. Bean

enter my dental clinic,

panicking… not for himself

but for his teddy.

“Doctor, only one tooth… please.”

And somehow

the world would feel lighter that day.

If I was a dreamer,

I would go back to my college days…

stand in front of my tutor…

and finally say the words

my fear swallowed every day:

“You are beautiful.”

Maybe ask for a coffee.

Not as a fantasy

but as a human being with trembling courage.

But I was quiet then.

My confidence

was still learning how to breathe.

If I was a dreamer…

I would speak to my school crush tonight and say:

Please…

don’t visit my dreams anymore.

Your presence turns sleep into addiction.

I wake up craving

what I can never touch again.

So stay where you belong

safe inside memory.

Don’t shake the nights

I’m trying to heal.

And maybe…

maybe I am a dreamer.

Because even after everything,

I still believe a soft thought

can change a loud world.