Dreams are a silly thing, aren’t they?  They come out of nowhere and can leave you happy or sad.

The other day I had such a dream, sadly. I was off taking photos of these beautiful Roses.  They were yellow, with the edge of each flower in that pink-peach Color some other roses come in.  I love the peach color roses are the orange ones.

And around the corner was him, the subject of my Poem, Looking Back At 14.  I wrote that poem when I was like 20. We had known each other only for a few months.

In the dream, he came out of the shadows and brought along a camera to photography what I wanted to photograph. He had a great big smile and was wanted to do anything I was doing at that time. He was happy to be with me.

I woke up crying.

Was he in my dream because he represented what I want out of life?  Someone that wants to be with me?

For those few months when I was 14, he wanted to be with me.   He, not me, went out of the way to strike up a friendship.

He’s long gone.  I don’t know what happened to him.  Probably still off married and happy with kids.  As for me?  Still alone in many ways.