I sat chatting to Alison of what I can't recall. Why she was here I had no idea at all. Ian laughed and made a reference to Cruella De Ville, a pet name for my ex that makes him giggle still.
Then she entered, seemingly frantic, papers dropped floating like feathers. Her hair trailed as though chasing to catch her as she raced through the world. But no man could catch her as there was no race she was not even there but visiting the same.
She spoke loudly, her words echoed of Edgar Allen Poe. Deep and mysterious, soft in reference to my very thoughts. She seemed familiar, yet not, oh how could that be? Real and not there, I thought I had met her. But probably not yet?
She opened a book and said listen to me she spoke so softley I just agreed. I can't remember a word that she said only Alisons laughter and Ians nodding head. They sat next to us but faded away I was losing reality but needed to stay!
The librarian rebuked them and I turned away, then I realised it was Caroline who was sat at the desk. She turned and smiled and started to say Hi I'm.... Before she could speak I said "Caroline" I know She smiled and leaned towards me, then I woke The dream blown to infinity. The library gone.
Utter nonsense dream where I knew some people not others and made no sense. Vivid as day in every detail haunts me at night.