Last night, I had a dream
where I just said screw it,
hopped on a plane,
and proved to myself that you exist
in real life.
I reached out
and touched you
and you touched back.
And that's when they walked in
with the cameras
the balloons
and the check.
I started crying,
hand over my mouth,
and wondered why
they couldn't just leave me alone
and let me be happy.
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I love that when describing a dream, we say "a dream where..." as if dreams are places.
Based on a real dream I had this morning.
In my head, I think you live in a yellow house, but in the dream, it was dark blue with white trim.
Please tell me what you think
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If they walk in with a check, I'll let them interrupt an obviously important moment because with that money, I could make that dream then come true.
But yes, even in the dream, you found it difficult to connect...I understand that, I'm pretty sure I do...I'm living it now actually...though I know the color of her house.
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Sadly humorous, and I understand the sentiment.
I enjoyed this poem.
Buddy
P.S. it is yellow... lol
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