Through the Fog, I Dreamt.

I dreamt of You. Thrice.

After all this while,

After having some peace of mind, I dreamt of You.

The scenario's always the same :

You'd lead me to a house. It was always one with copious amounts of space. You'd then draw near to me but leave soon after.

This inspid invasion of the subconscious is attributed to the onslaught I'd expected on Facebook.

"You know he'll do it. You're asking for it, provoking a retaliation by man this, man that," was B's chiding.

Really?

I thought it no longer mattered,

That You'd no longer cared,

That I no longer did either.

"If he no longer cared, would all these happen right now? Can you stop attributing it to sheer Coincidence? Do you really think you can hide behind naive thoughts? Can EVERYTHING he has done and tried to show be simply coincidence?" was M's exasperated admonishment.

It's better to think of everything as one huge Coincidence.

It's better this way.

So that I can continue to walk away.

I have to.

I must.

Dream On.

The pages rustled faintly in her hands.

It was a 10-page letter.

She never got to read it;

It was then that she stirred and realised that it was just a dream.

Someday we'll find it
The rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me...

Fragmented Figments.

They say that a dream is the pathway to your subconscious.
You appeared at the doorway in a cream suit. I came to you in a cream gown with cream gloves (so retro!). You could not let us come to light so we squirreled indoors and had some food. You apologized for having to be hush-hush. I was Happy as long as you were around. I got into the cab but the driver pulled away without you. I kept yelling at him to turn around but he persisted in moving forward & missed several u-turns. By the time I returned to the spot, You were gone.
Sleep is a scarcity, of choice at times.

For if I were to close my eyes, I'll drift into the world which exists as a figment of my imagination.