Have you ever had a dream about a poem? Like, intense enough where you remembered the poem the next morning?

I fell away from you softly
And as I did a hole opened up and I was swallowed
Then time ceased and I began to become the hole
My fingers lengthening, webbing outwards
Until I was touching the edges of the universe.
My legs were gone and my body was gone and I was a planet
And space bent beneath me like foam beneath a weight
Until a larger body beckoned me towards and two became one
In beautiful violence.
And remember that time we split from the star?
That time we flew as particles dispersing through the darkness
Not a thought beyond acknowledging the distance between us?
We were happy then.

Odd news.