Found Poem ~ "In My Dream"

I was looking around the house today for a blank journal to use in an art class I'm taking next week, and I discovered what looks like a poem. Since I don't consider myself a poet, I can only assume it wasn't first intended as a poem, and just turned out that way -- like a kitchen concoction that turns out way different than you expected, but is still good.

My only disappointment in the poem is ... I don't remember who I was writing about. Also, it's a little "flowery."

Enjoy,
Or not.

In My Dream

In my dream, you were my soul coach,

Writing down my words faster than I could.

Recording words and ideas

Plummeting from the sky,

Or my lips.

Sometimes they'd float by in bubbles,

Iridescent with purple glint,

And you'd reach out with calm,

Like swamp water slippery with waiting crocodiles,

And pluck them from in front of you.

In my dream, you'd hold up the thought

And clear your throat,

Examining it for flaws.

You'd exclaim/proclaim it sound

And write it down

And then give it a kiss.

In my dream, you heard a hoard of elephants,

Stampeding through your mind,

Interrupting your thoughts and dreams,

And you were angry.

But then you help up your own thought,

And cleared your throat,

Examined it for flaws.

You exclaimed/proclaimed it sound

And wrote it down.

And then gave it a kiss --

No longer labeled as anger.

In my dream, you wear brown cowboy boots

And leap and stomp and laugh and plead

With eyes of brown and green and blue --

Mirrors of angst and joy,

Pleasure and guilt and desire.

In my dream you hide from, what,

I don't know.

Sometimes it is yourself and

Sometimes it is me, but

Always it reminds me of fear.

Distrust in a child's countenance,

When he is trying so very hard to 

Understand this grown-up world,

And meets with disbelief at the

Strangeness of it.

In my dream, you are

3 and 20 and 48.

And 14.

All ages of knowledge

And import.

In my dream, you are 

Alone

Or with me

But always you smile

And always you

Journey.