I had a dream last night: that my best guy friend of the past five or six years kissed me. It was a long awaited thing, in both the dream wolrd and the real. We just kissed and kissed and talked about our mutual hate for Joseph Stalin. Then I looked around to see where we were and all I could see was this cement half pipe turned on it's face on the ground and there was people living underneath it on the grass that had grown. And all around this half pipe there was scaffolding with cyan blue sheets hanging all over it. Alana was climbing all over this scaffolding, as Alana and I played on there fold a while, trying to tip it over, and playing with the sheets. We rocked it so much that I feel off, but i didn't fall becasue I was flying, no ot flying, floating. i hovered there and then I moved down and floated under the opening to the half pipe. i was lfoating so low that I could feel the extremly green grass on my toes. I floated around the people who lived in the half pipe...until i noticed this one person was attentivly watching me. He was the most beautiful thing I've ever dreamed up. And he was just watching me floating. As i floated out of the darkness of teh half pipe he fallowed me. i went bakc to playing on the scaffolding with Alana...and out of nowhere there was music where there was none before. It was infectious, it made me happy. It was ther best music I've ever heard, but I can't heard it anymore. Where's the music gone to?
