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I dreamt about you again last night, it started off the same way dreams about you do, I was sitting in bed, just watching you sleep, looking at your body, then you woke up, stretched, pulled me down and kissed me with such deep passion, then you lea[t out of bed, and told me that you had to be somewhere, and that if i looked for you, I'd find you.
I went to where you were supposed to be, and I could see you from across the room, then you waved at me, and when I got to where you had been, you'd already gone, someone told me that you'd said to say that you'd be somewhere else, and I could find you there, when I got there, I could see you across the room, and you waved, but once again when I made my way through the crowd, you were gone.
This happened time after time, and each time it would take me longer to find you, and by the end all I was catching was a glimpse of your back as you went off somewhere else.
Everytime I tried to hurry up to catch up to you it was like I was running in quick sand, time slowed down and no matter what I did, I couldnt hurry fast enough, or yell loud enough to make you hear me.
In the end I just gave up and went back home, and when you finally turned up you said that you'd been looking for me all day, and that you 'd never heard me calling, and that if i wasn't prepared to make an effort then why should you bother.
It was a most unsettling way to wake up, my throat was sore as if I'd been calling for you in my sleep.
I went to where you were supposed to be, and I could see you from across the room, then you waved at me, and when I got to where you had been, you'd already gone, someone told me that you'd said to say that you'd be somewhere else, and I could find you there, when I got there, I could see you across the room, and you waved, but once again when I made my way through the crowd, you were gone.
This happened time after time, and each time it would take me longer to find you, and by the end all I was catching was a glimpse of your back as you went off somewhere else.
Everytime I tried to hurry up to catch up to you it was like I was running in quick sand, time slowed down and no matter what I did, I couldnt hurry fast enough, or yell loud enough to make you hear me.
In the end I just gave up and went back home, and when you finally turned up you said that you'd been looking for me all day, and that you 'd never heard me calling, and that if i wasn't prepared to make an effort then why should you bother.
It was a most unsettling way to wake up, my throat was sore as if I'd been calling for you in my sleep.
