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Sunday, October 17, 2010

Dream a little dream of me




Have you ever had a dream so real and wonderful that the next day you woke up wishing that the dream was reality. I certainly have, very recently in fact. Not wishing to be labelled as an over-sentimental softy, I will refrain from going into the details of the dream but it certainly was wonderful and it was a dream about my little angel:)

It got me thinking on Michael W.Smith's old old song "Do you dream of me?", a song in which he asks his lover if "beyond the promises" they keep, she still dreams of him.

A scary question indeed simply because of the fact that one can't really control one's dreams, or can he?

Being a big fan of Freud I started thinking over and over and I have no research or study to show that this is true, but for me I believe that if you think of a person or event long and hard enough before drifting off to slumber-land, chances are pretty high that you might just see whatever it was in your dream.

It pleases me a lot, in my own simple way, that I care and think of her enough that I even see her in my dream.

However, I'm not gonna join ol' Michael and ask her the same question he asked his lover as the fear of getting a negative reply reply would be a bit like a bee-sting, not enough to shed tears over, but very uncomfortable, and so I refrained :)

But I guess good things really does come to he who waits! I love her so much because just tonight when I was thinking on this, I get a text from her at 2:30 A.M telling me that she dreamt of me...and in a good way too, so in ending I can safely say that we both dream a little dream of each other :)

[Here's a record I made for the same titled song, one of my favorites of all time :)]

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Thursday, October 7, 2010

Sleep




Sleep, sleep, sleep
That's all I want, for all I pray,
To sleep away these thoughts so grey.

Sleep, sleep, sleep
While the world outside my window sill
Is peaceful, so calm and so still.

Sleep, sleep, sleep
While the Moory Mother Moon smiles down
O'er my beloved weary, resting town.

Sleep, sleep, sleep
To give rest to my tired eyes and dream
Of a dear girl who makes my heart gleam.

Sleep. sleep, sleep
While the playful twirling night breezes
Sing the song of life sung for ages.

Sleep, sleep, sleep
That's all I want, for all I pray,
To sleep away till the dawn's next day...

Come to me now sleep so dear...