Dream a little dream of me

Thank God for this Journal, which will now keep my memories safe
I want to keep track of today, especially last night's dream

Have you ever had a sweet dream that you wish you could stay in it?
Lately I have mostly experienced my fair and usual share of bad dreams,
night terrors and succubus visits.

But last night was so luscious, I don't know what is in the air...
A few times in my life I have encoutered  this kind of night journey,
when you wake up the following morning with a smile on your face,
sometimes a blush too but mostly, a physical awareness, deep in the flesh.
What is so surreal is that I remember the light, smells, colours, shadows
and most importantly gazes and touches
I was healed, I was whispered to and I laughed...we laughed so freely,
so hard that I suspect it is the reason I woke up

My sweet dream was shattered by a shared joke,
by crystalline laughs so true that they pierced my slumber cocoon
All I have left are flashes,

a coast viewed from a small plane
a sports car u-turning in narrow parisian streets
a dinner table on the last floor
a sad landlord declaring his love in vain
a smug waiter with smoldering eyes
unrequited mushrooms in cream
a set of silver forks needed to be changed
"for dessert I have delicious soy yogurts"...(wtf)
a shoulder massage
a very funny joke about steam and a hot room