Guest Appearance When I Was Sleeping

Last night I had the strangest dream. Everything was exactly how it seemed. Except, there was this girl. I knew her. I know of her. I’ve seen her picture. I know some of the songs she likes and the people who sing them. It was oddly inspiring. We held hands and she showed me around her city; one of the few I have yet to see. It’s strange because she lives on my screen. We were in love. As in love as one can be, as far as dreams go. I was in love with her or the idea of her or may be just her face. Either way, she gave me butterflies when I was sleeping. It was oddly, intriguingly strange.