I had a dream about you. I licked your cone of ice cream. It was envelope flavored.

I had a dream about you. You were a sunscreen salesperson and you approached me and said Would you like to buy some sunscreen I looked at you like you were a curious insect as I replied No thanks. Im still standing in my fathers shadow.

I had a dream about you. We were playing table tennis which angered my family because they were trying to enjoy their Thanksgiving dinner on it. They thought we were selfish and we thought they were two months too early. Seriously Thanksgiving is in November and this was September. Also they need to start treating us like the serious athletes we are.

I had a dream about you and in the dream you were dreaming of me. We were meant for each other subconsciously.

I had a dream about you. In my dreams you are always different perhaps even more real to me. How can I explain this to you It seems like in my dreams I envision parts of you that you prefer keep under surface. You hide from me as if there was something to hide. You push me away in fear. Now I know you are not afraid of me but that you cant trust yourself since its beyond your control. I know its frightening to love someone that much. I know it because I am afraid too. And I just wish that for once we would be afraid together.

I had a dream about you. I asked you out to coffee and you said No thanks. Im a recovering insomniac. I said No worries. My conversational skills are sure to put you to sleep.

I had a dream about you. It happened during the day. You used a pencil to erase the ink I wrote over the chalkboard since the professor told me 7 4 didnt equal 10. You were really cool about it in fact you handed me a bucket of ice. Apparently I needed to chill out.

I had a dream about you. You had a wheelchair and I had a wheelbarrow and together we made love the way the Panama Canal should have been made. We dredged up a lot of dormant feelings that night.

I had a dream about you last night. You were at my door. We had forgotten what we used to fight about. So I let you in and we made coconut pancakes like it was the very first time.

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.