Where is my mind?

"Our mind is a fabulous means. We can travel anywhere with our thought. Our dreams are made up of stories, a mixture of physical and mental places, past memories and future projections. What remains in the morning are shreds, puzzle pieces, images, sometimes blurred and sometimes clear. In a word, oneiric. Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Each one of us runs after those dreams in everyday's reality." I'm a dreamer and the street, as in a lucid dream, gives me dream images. Sweet Dreams!