I dreamt of her many years ago.
She didn't have a face.
But when she spoke,
it was the sound of music.
As I lay beside her,
all the ******* of my life started fading away.
Something about the vague dream kept me going.
It inspired me to keep fighting.
And then I woke up, happy,
for the first time in forever.
She could be anyone..
Sometimes good dreams help in hard times