I had a dream about you. The leaves changed from yellow to red but the stoplights did not. This made me continually cautious and you kept honking at me. I thought you were the rudest goose ever so I ran you over. Then the light turned red.
I had a dream about you. I was a melted ice-cream repairman and you had a microwave for a head. You made fun of my trade so I made you eat tinfoil until your head exploded.
I had a dream about you. You were a finger food salesman and I was a man with no fingers who sold wearable silverware called Silverwear. Through a hand gesture you indicated you were number one and then you tried stabbing me with your index finger. Then I insulted your grandma and stabbed you with my eating utensil. What I did was wrongI should never have insulted your grandma.
I had a dream about you. I was selling dreams and you were selling sleep. We decided to partner up until I used some of your product and went for a sleepwalk and fell off a cliff.
I had a dream about you. You wore all yellow and I wore all blue and together we were trying to make the world a little greener. Not through sex as I wanted but through recycling.
Im almost convinced that Im never awake. Im not sure if Im not in fact dreaming when I live and living when I dream or if dreaming and living are for me intersected intermingled things that together form my conscious self.