Dream a Little Dream of Me

Here is another dream I had, this morning actually. It was a little strange and the details were a little foggy, but here it is. I will tell you that the stragest thing about it was I feel like I had a dream similar to it before, and dream me knew it. Not in the sense I physically knew I was dreaming at the time, but rather that dream me knew it was a dream, which was a little odd.


Tia and I were at a hardware store or something. We were painting on these canvases when this guy came up and tried to talk to us. I didn't want to talk to some strange guy. But he kept right on talking. Then we were walking around the store with him.

Someone thought Tia and I had killed a few people, but we didn't. We then saw our guys, mine the one from the store and I don't know who hers was. They were about to be killed and buried for some crime they supposedly did. We were behind the garage at the house. I didn't want him to go. As we sat there on the ground I hugged him and held him tight and kissed him. He kept saying he had to go. I was determined to prove him innocent before he was gone. I went back to the store where he worked to figure it out. I figured out it was a co-worker of his, so I hurried back to tell him.

He was standing next to the garage (the church side). I rushed over to him to tell him he was innocent, but he said he still had to go. I started to cry when I remembered something. "I've dreamt of you before, like this. You come back; you always come back." "Yes, I do." I wrapped by arms around his waist and buried my head in his chest. He was taller than me, easily 6' or taller. I began to cry because I still didn't want him to go. I got up on my tippy-toes and kissed him again. We went back to the backyard where they would be buried.

He sat down and they were about to finish things. "Wait," I said as I dropped down next to him. "Let me say goodbye one last time." I wrapped my arms around him again, not wanting to let go. We kissed again, desperate for that last touch of our lips to each others. I held on to him as tightly as I could, refusing to let go, as we kissed passionately one last time.



Songbird, Signing Out...