Everywhere I go

I had a most rare dream last nite.

We giggled over the inane things that we both found funny.

And the person turned to me asked if I wnated to bury the hatchet.

And let go all all feelings of ill will.

I agreed.

When I woke up I felt lighter.

Until I pondered the dream.

I then realized that I had no problem holding disdain for the person.

I had a dream that I saw Kellen.

And it felt like that I just saw him.

And I think we kissed.

And it was perfect.  Or it felt perfect.

(We kissed in a Catholic church for some reason.)

Then my dream turned into a Catlevania hip-hop dance off.

Everything was so vivid in all of them they just felt so real.

(I just don't know what it all means)