Dream # Three

I read something the other day as I slept. Then I came back and read it again. It had changed. And there were little coincidences that shocked me, told me the words were talking about me. I knew they weren't, but I also knew they were. It was one of the strongest emotions I had felt in a dream. And all I wanted to do was approach the writer. But I couldn't. There was something preventing me. Then a Radiohead song started playing. It was all quite strange.