The Jam-Jar Hop

When I was younger than I am now
I dreamed I could teleport objects
Just by staring at them.
Then I woke up. But I thought
I'd only dreamed that I woke up.
Sitting bleary at the breakfast table
I glared at the strawberry jam jar
Surprised it did not jump into my hands.

I love to tell the story of this memory
Because it is cute.
However, I have re-told it so many times
The memory itself, for all I know, may be a dream.