The best stories come from deep within us and are of us. Either our inner child comes out to play and makes all things possible or we mold our characters and events from our own experiences or our dreams of wanting to experience.

I had a dream about you. We were racing to be the slowest person on earth. You were winning which meant you were losing. You were gloating because you were a winner and I was taunting because you were a loser.

I had a dream about you. We spoke as though we shared one mind. And we did though you got to use the brain on Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays while I got it the other days of the week.

I had a dream about you I was cooking dinner and you came out of the bathroom with a troubled look on your face. When I asked what was wrong you said I have never been with a woman over 120lbs I was confused but said nothing then you said The scale says you weigh 122lbs I dont think we can work I was baffled by your strange and cruel attidude and said that you would have to take your food to go.

I had a dream about you. You were washing your car and I was washing my horse. You thought I belonged in the 19th century and I thought you belonged in a zoo. I wasnt alone in thinking thatso were the other 49 of the population that didnt vote you into public office.

I had a dream about you. You introduced me to a clock and Im right handed so I didnt know which clock hand to shake the hour or the minute. So I chose instead to go in for a hug. Big mistake. Time does not like to be embraced by a mere mortal.

I had a dream about you. We were two lovers disguised as librarians. We met in the non-fiction section and thats the truth. Or at least thats what we told your parents. They didnt need to know where we really metin the smut section the corner with all the political biographies.

I had a dream about you. You were crying and your tears were so salty I decided to collect your sadness to sprinkle on potato chips. I thought we could start a business. I would make potato chips I would make you sad and you would cry onto the chips and season them for consumption. I thought a good name for the chips was the reason you always cry and that is how Love Chips came into existence.

I had a dream about you Ive had multiple dreams about you. If I had to choose between the real you and the dream you thenGoodnight.

I had a dream about you last night... in it I tried to sell a squirrel a deposit box to store his nuts in. He stole my cashews in the complimentary snack basket.