I had a dream about you. The king decreed we could only speak one word and that word would be assigned to us. Your word was hello and my word was goodbye. You made me happy and I made you sad. Or so I thought. Turns out you rather liked me telling you goodbye. You just wished I didnt keep saying it. You thought one time was good enough and that after that I should never speak to you again.

I had a dream that I was in someone elses shoes for oncethey were the wrong size.

I had a dream about you. We went for a walk though we didnt hold hands because we went in separate directions. As I walked alone I thought about how you had the funniest way of showing affection to me.

I had a dream about you. I left for the country club you the mountain top knowing that at our reunion one would fall. When golf clubs fence with skis both summer and winter are painted red. In the contact sports of the wealthy the seasons are no longer impersonal forces.

I had a dream about you. You were you but you were manya multitude of mannequins each named Manny. And I was me but I was Dark Jar Tin Zoo and as such I made love to youall of you. Then I woke up alone naked cuddling a mannequin I named after you who smells like you because I spray it with the same fragrance you used to wear. Is that crazy No I didnt think so either.

I had a dream about you. You were Ginger Rogers and you were trying to teach me to dance even though my movements were as stiff as a mannequin. I think you tolerated my abysmal rhythm because I was naked and my body was so sexy it could be used to sell clothes.

I had a dream about you. We went for a rideyou on all fours and me on your back and you didnt like it when I kept calling you donkey face. I was shocked and I said You should be flattered that I think you look like Miley Cyrus.

I had a dream about you. You had no skin or muscle on your face and to try to conceal your bare skull you liberally applied lipstick and makeup. Your birthday was coming up and I knew you were probably sensitive about parties that emphasize the aging process so I decided to box up your gift in a coffin and wrap it with black wrapping paper. I got you the best gift ever tooa hooker who happened to be dead because that enabled me to procure a sizeable discount.

I had a dream about you. I sat at your table of brotherhood and asked why you invited so many strangers. You laughed and passed me the bread bowl. But the guest in-between us took the last roll before it reached me.

I had a dream about you. We were in a canoe and we were paddling across the desert. You said you were thirsty and I pointed to the sand that surrounded us and said No I will not urinate in your mouth. At that point I woke up because I realized I really had to peeand get a drink of water.