Stay Out of My Dreams!

I had a dream last night. That gal was there. That one, ya know? It was like a runthough of a life that never was able to happen at that time. Sadly, I awoke from a place that was so real (*like everyone else’s dream).

But she was there. She was with me, she was mine and I was her’s. She was everything to me. My world. My love. My existence. As I was for her.

It was surreal, like anyone else’s dream. We were each others other, in such an amazing way, it was warming.

Her brother had died in “the war”, I presume it was Iraq or Afghanistan, given the level of technology that I recall the in dream. She felt distant to me, so hurt. I could understand and I empathized with her. I gave her the space she needed and the love she required.

It was amazing. It felt natural, like how adults act. I didn’t understand then, I understand now.

If you don’t exist, stay out of my fucking dreams!

I shan’t think of her when I’m awake
However in sleep I can’t escapeA Coney Island high, when I get inside

All I ask is please stay out of my dreamsNear the streets of Richmond and Hylan
Dwells of Princess of Staten IslandA seven dollar toll will get me in her hole

All I ask is please stay out of my dreamsThough long gone, she won’t let me forget
When at night I wake up in her sweat

A lonely Brooklyn troll, a ghost of red hook old
All I ask is please stay out of my dreamsWith your straight black hair and emerald green eyes

Hippies pointing “That’s Pete’s sister in disguise”
May be you had uttered those words as a jest

I don’t mind the allegations of incestAt the time I thought I could love no other
Till I heard you say that I was your brother

In your e-mail said how much we look like twins
How it turned you on just knowing it’s a sin

Stay out of my dreams
I said, stay out of them
I said, stay out of my dreams
I said, stay out of my dreams
Stay out of my dreams
I said, stay out of them
I said, stay out of my dreams
I said, stay out of my dreams

PS – She both exists and doesn’t. She is mine and yet no ones. She is everything and nothing. She is the alpha and the omega. She is what I want and wanted, yet can not have because she may or may not actually exist. I want her, I know her. I miss her, I remember her.

I remember her …. I remember how she made me feel. I remember how I felt, how she looked as we held one another. I can’t let her go.