By day we went out looking for food,
by night we made more babies.

Then the storms came, and the floods.
We went off on our separate ways.

Many new tribes were formed, with new
explanations for how things came to be.

In the new dream, we slept in separate beds,
and our waking sleep was often restless.

Some tribes fought with each other, some
learned how to get along over time.

Only when our bodies died did we return
to the same house. Maybe we are there now.

Every tribe has a room in the spirit house, which we
leave and return to, again and again, like dreamers.

Together we move from dream to dream, sometimes
remembering where we’re from, sometimes forgetting.

When we meet in this part of the dream, we might
recognize each other, maybe we’ll fall in love.

By day we will go out looking for food,
by night we will make babies.