Written: June 2016.
Explanation: On the evening of Wednesday 15th/morning of Thursday 16th June 2016, I had a very vivid dream. I usually only have dreams like this once every few months. In this dream, full of short scenes that made no real coherent sense, I am with a friend in an apartment block, sort of like a hotel. At one point, he's making me breakfast (cereal and chips of all things), then I'm taking photos of him on the roof as the sun sets, then he lets go of a carrier bag for some reason. Anyway, the main part of the dream involved me in a bar of some kind, and there are guys and girls everywhere. I am slightly younger than I am now. I catch the eyes of a blonde girl with light blue eyeshadow. Later, back in the hotel, she throws a scrapbook at me, full of images of her and typed-up poems, one of which I read in the dream and think is about me.
Upon waking this morning, I tried very hard to remember all that I could, and have decided to post the 'poem' here so I can remember the dream in the future. I have been brief in my description of it. I can't quite recall the first line, but the following two lines were, I'm pretty sure, in my dream.
A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.