I had a dream about you. You were wearing Sylvester Stallones sneer as pants but his lips were saggy on your legs so you had to wear a mustache as a belt.
I had a dream about you. I was sitting on your couch relating my succession of ideas on subconscious influence. I asked you what they meant and you told me that free associations were a bad way to advance my political career.
I had a dream about you. The ice melted so quickly in our relationship that I didnt even have a chance to tell you I loved you. So I just sat there alone slurping up what was left of us in a straw.
I had a dream about you. You were an escalator and I was a flight of stairs. You thought I was a Luddite and I thought I was as ostrich because I hadnt figured out how to put the fly in flight. One day you broke down and then you saw that you and I werent so different after all.
I had a dream about you. We were trying to come up with a hashtag to market our relationship. I suggested fourlipsonekiss and twomouthsonevoice but you went with something confusing like idontloveyou and wearenotinarelationship.
I had a dream about you. We were in a band. I was the lead singer guitar player saxophonist harpist violinist bassist cellist harmonica player pianist and drummer. Oh and I played the trumpet. And you you had the important roleyou played air guitar. I feel this dream accurately reflects me as an unselfish person willing to stand in the shade so someone else might enjoy the spotlight and get all the glory.
I had a dream about you. It was wet but not lucid. So I couldnt control my spraying hose. I think it means we shouldnt join the fire department together.
In my dream I was a seal and I made love to a seagull. Then I got eaten by a shark because thats just the way life is. Some fish gets jealous over a bird and decides to chomp down on his competition. It happens all the time in the real world.