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I see your dreams tonight

They fill my head and wander through me



I follow you to your special place

You take my hand and we walk through the garden of dreams



You want to be my friend

You show me the things that are near and dear to you



You don't say a word

But in a way I understand



I see your brother, your boyfriend, and your friends



You show me your favorite place to be

It is by the ocean, the waves crash and tumble onto land



We go to a field it is full of violets and daffodils

Your favorite flowers



You turn to me and finally you open your mouth to speak

But I wake up



I am lying in bed and finally it comes to me

these are not your dreams I see, how can you dream? You're not even alive!