My vivid dreams have been returning but for the life of me, I can’t seem to remember them in the morning.
It was the same again for the night before, and it was not only last night that I realised the previous night’s dream was about you. The details are hazy, and what I can remember was that somehow I was at this resort kinda island, with a bunch of friends who seemed so familiar to me in the dream but I can’t quite place them in real life.
I’m not sure why I was there; not sure if I was on a holiday or anything. But you were there as well; rather, I happened to find you there as well. And the details are rather hazy, but somehow we got together. And then we made love.
But for some weird reason, we got interrupted mid-coitus; some of the residents somehow spotted us while we were at the supposedly deserted beach and “reported” us. I think we tried to find another place to continue, like somewhere in the park, but we also got spotted. We were frustrated, of course, but we were also quite bemused by the whole thing.
I can’t remember the rest of the dream from this point on. The weird thing was that this was the last thing I typed before my computer went kaput… almost as if the powers to be deem it unfit to have any more details documented down.
But I think we were happy in the dream. And you looked great again.
It was nice seeing you again babe.
