I had a dream

I had a dream where everything was perfect.
No, not perfect, but clear. Everything was clear.
It was a fantasy land
where reality was as simplistic as the plot of High School Musical.
I knew my intentions, my desires, I knew myself.
I knew where things were going
I could measure them by where I'd been
and things were said
and they were straightforward
and honest
and direct
and I knew everything.
I knew where I was. Who I was.
I knew my spot in relation to the world.
And there was clarity.
No need to write cryptically.