Dreams

You know, I've been telling you about what I'm going to dream about a lot lately, but the truth is… I hardly ever remember my dreams. I wish I did, and I sometimes think of keeping a dream journal to improve my recall of them. The times I've done it, it has seemed to work. I guess, the thing is… you're really supposed to write it from right there in the bed as soon as you wake up… and it's supposed to be best to write it on paper, not on your phone. And I definitely cannot do either of those things, not with the dreams I've remembered in the past few years…

(because you have been in all of them… Every. single. one. Not even kidding.)

I suppose I could get up and go to the living room. But it's so cold out there this time of year… though, I guess that's what all those blankets lying around out there are for… hmm. Maybe.

Anyways. I'm pretty sure, even though I don't remember it, that I probably did dream what I predicted last night. Just a guess.

But I'm also thinking about it a bit because I do remember one from a couple of nights ago. And it was the first time ever where… well, it wasn't a bad dream, per se. Weird. It was a very weird dream. You said a very weird thing in it, lol. Political. Not something I can imagine you ever saying in real life. And then I woke up immediately. I suspect it was just too discordant. My brain just couldn't take how… incorrect it was, lol. 🤷‍♂️

Well, every other dream I've ever had about you, and remembered, has been just as pleasant as pretty much every time we've ever spent time together. Sometimes… um… more so… Ahem.

You are a truly amazing person, ⭐️. Every single part of you, both what can be seen with the eyes and that which cannot, draws me in like nothing I've ever experienced. I love you. I'll be dreamin' of you… even once you're having your own dreams, right there next to me.

Yours,
♒️