Daft Love

Last night I had a dream about you
In this dream I’m dancing right beside you
And it looked like everyone was having fun
the kind of feeling I’ve waited so long

Don’t stop come a little closer
As we jam the rythm gets stronger
There’s nothing wrong with just a little little fun
We were dancing all night long

The time is right to put my arms around you
You’re feeling right
You wrap your arms around too
But suddenly I feel the shining sun
Before I knew it this dream was all gone

Ooh I don’t know what to do
About this dream and you
I wish this dream comes true

Ooh I don’t know what to do
About this dream and you
We’ll make this dream come true – Daft Punk

Yeah. That’s pretty much how it seems to go with me. You know those dreams you get, when you’re single and lonely?

See now when you have someone they’re different. You dream of doing things with that person your with, even if they are away. But it’s a different ballgame all together when it’s just you alone. The dreams lack information. I wrote a while ago about a dream i frequently have. It pretty much goes like this, varying in some areas.

First and foremost, they aren’t sexual. Sex doesn’t seem to play a role in these dreams. But then again, I’m not the type to look for sex every night from different people. A whore if you will.

Now. Basically it starts out simple, walking alongside someone. You don’t look over, because you don’t need to. When you try, she’s (or he, i guess) on the other side of you (think ‘Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind’ here). But you don’t. It’s not important. All that’s important is you. You’re happy. You’re smiling. all your doing is walking, holding their hand. You are talking to. About nothing important, but it’s the most important thing in the world. You can do that. Just walk. Talk. You share secrets of your past. But they don’t matter because that was the past. “This” is “now.”

You’ll be laughing, and just enjoying yourself, never once even questioning who this person is.

Then the big moment, you turn to face this person, you see a face, of a sort. It looks like someone you know, but someone different. Like a friend of yours, but different. And just before you kiss, you wake up.

Hopefully not kissing your dog or something. But either way, you wake up. Delirious. Wondering where they went, then as you try to remember where they went you realize you don’t know who “they” are. Who the person was. And it slowly sinks in that it was just another dream. It crushes you a little bit each time. It’s easy to dismiss it as “Pshaw! Was only a dream.” but after 5 times, it takes it’s toll. little by little.

Some will say the person will become more defined if your with “the one” I bet. But I’m not so sure. I need to experience it to believe it. And since all of us are different, dreams mean different things. Maybe it’s my longing for love. Maybe it’s my despair. Maybe it’s my depression, maybe it’s my IBS. Who knows.

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Two quick notes. One, I switched up the style, once again. This is my style baby. Hope it looks ok to you all.

And two, how the fuck have you been? That’s right, I’m talking personally to YOU.

As always,
James
AIM: Ziktick – Email: jhoffoss@gmail.comThought of the moment: Look! It’s like a freaking Nuclear ninja or something!