you will never know what I saw

So.

Here's a thing.


I had this somewhat bizarre and startlingly vivid dream about you last night. Which has been following me around all day and I can't shake.
And although it wasn't an unpleasant dream... in fact, if I could go to sleep and press play, I would keep it on high rotation... I just find the whole thing a bit disturbing and odd. Because, I don't know you. I mean, I know what you offer when you write, so its a level of knowing I guess... but as much as I feel a very real fondness for you, I have never really felt that you were three dimensional to me. Where along the way did you get caught up in my subconcious? How did you end up in vivid colour? My mind played join the dots and now I feel as though you have seen me bare. Through to the soft core.

I haven't even been able to read you very often lately...what put you there?? its just so random...

I suppose, perhaps, its not too dissimilar to dreaming about Keanu Reeves or Avril Lavigne... god knows I've been there before.
But who dreams about bloggers?? It makes me feel like a heavy breather.
I'm sure it would be no less weird for you to read this. If you knew.

I just thought I would write, you know? As some kind of attempt to reconcile it within myself.

I don't know if it helped.