Dreams

You are the reason I have a dream log.  I dream hoping I’ll hear your voice and see your face.  When I wake up after you’re in one of my dreams, my day (or sometimes the whole week!) is 1,000% better.  And in this dream it was wonderful.

We wandered outside, as if we were homeless, near a mall.  We couldn’t get in or we didn’t want to.  We talked.  What did we talk about?  I don’t remember.  But I do remember the feeling of happiness I got just from hearing your voice.

It was raining.  Not a downpour, not a mist.  A light rain.  Drizzly.  Typical weather for the area.  We had to settle in for the night.  I pulled out my giant sleeping bag and started crawling in.  It wouldn’t protect me from the rain.  You walked over and said that you found a tent, and it was big enough for both of us.  Your smile was huge - like nothing could upset you.  We were homeless near a mall and you weren’t bothered. Happiness was all over your face.  I loved it.

But that was all!  My time with you was too short.  Take me back to the land of dreams - far, far away!  It’s the only place we can be together.