dream poetry

in my dream last night, i was writing something between a story and a poem.
i remember it was about a woman, but the only specific words i recall now were in a poem segment.
"she and her decaf perfection"

it was one line. i thought the poem was really good in my dream. maybe it was, though i don't like writing poetry in my waking life.

do you sometimes wish that you could freeze time, jump to another plane of time at the same point in your life, and try something different to see how it would work out? then, if it was awesome, you could stay there, but if not, you could pop back to the previous life and continue where you left off. at least you'd know what would've happened.
sometimes i wish that.