Dreams are Bastards.I was having a lovely dream that is slipping away from me. I dreamt I was on a sideroad, riding a bicycle on my way to someplace on a scavenger hunt of some sort. I got a clue and was for whatever reason on my way.
As I cycled, a girl I know... though it is unclear weather or not I knew her in the dream... cycled up near me. I smiled and she smiled and we got to talking. It struck me what a fantastic warmth was behind the smile. I knew she was on the same hunt as me (as in dreams, we tend to have an odd access to information) and she was asking me what I was doing out here. I said the same thing she was, and she asked if she could see what I had (from the hunt) and I looked at her with a confidence I lack in my own life and said "isn't that a THIRD date" kind of thing.
She laughed and said "THIRD date.. when was our first and I told her we should ride our bikes on a scavenger hunt for our first date..." Then I woke up in my cold lonely room and was mad. I was so happy in the dream and I woke to the shadows of the room that torments me.
I think I'll go back and try to escape for awhile...
These dreams go on when I close my eyes.
Every second of the night,
I live another life.
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside,
Every moment I'm awake,
The further I'm away.
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