I had a dream about you. You were a stranger playing a gig in this pub where I was waitressing. I felt like I knew you or needed to so I asked you to have a few drinks with me. Then my alarm went off. I sat up in bed to see you still sleeping. Im glad I decided to wear a kilt that summer while I was in school.

I had a dream about you. You were the lead guitarist in a band with no voice and you were holding auditions for lead singer. Everybody in line in front of me and behind me was a mime so I felt confident Id get the gig. I felt my performance was excellent like Axl Rose meets Rosie ODonnell but no you felt a person who sings in silence would make a better front man for your band.

The sky is full of dreams but you dont know how to fly.