Saturday, January 1, 2011


They are just dreams. I know that. But my subconscious doesn't, and I want to keep it that way.
A girl knocked on my door. She was nervous, as I was. It ended up that she asked me out for lunch, so we went on a date. That was the first dream.
Every night after that first one I have had a dream. Me and her sitting on a park bench oblivious to the world around us. All we do is talk. The weather, sports, politics, anything my mind wants to get out.
I can't shake the feeling that she is not just a figment of my imagination. It has gotten so that I cannot wait to get to sleep to be able to talk to her again. Now it's hard to differentiate between what is dream and what is reality. And I am ok with that. I just wonder if she is out there sitting on a park bench, waiting for me...