You came to me in a dream. In my dream, we were together. I knew I was dreaming because there could be no possible way that we will ever be walking the same path, more so, be together. I am just normal, ordinary, no matter how un-ordinary I claim to be. You, on the other hand, are a god, somebody above the clouds, far beyond reach. In my dream, we were together. The setting is vague; it’s as if it doesn’t really matter. I remember – you have my hand in yours. Or it may be the other way around – I have your hand in mine. There were several people around us, I’m not sure; or rather, I can’t quite remember who were there. I do remember, though, that tinge of uneasiness I felt while holding your hand. Why, I wonder? It may be because it’s weird that I’m dreaming of you now, holding your hand in this dream, instead of somebody else’s – somebody you know, and admittedly, a somebody who may be an even bigger star than you. But that feeling faded… and what mattered was that we were together. Then the setting changed; we were then about to lie in bed. Not to do anything, but merely to sleep and rest. We lay, and I gently pull the covers above our heads. You came closer, and placed your head to rest on my chest. I guess I placed my arm around you and held you. And then… we were in a dream. And as all dreams are, it ended; with all that’s left is that vague memory, and a feeling that won’t quite go away. — For Kusanagi Tsuyoshi On that fateful night I dreamt of you I know I’m thinking of you too much already

You came to me in a dream.

In my dream, we were together.

I knew I was dreaming because there could be no possible way that we will ever be walking the same path, more so, be together. I am just normal, ordinary, no matter how un-ordinary I claim to be. You, on the other hand, are a god, somebody above the clouds, far beyond reach. In my dream, we were together. The setting is vague; it’s as if it doesn’t really matter. I remember – you have my hand in yours. Or it may be the other way around – I have your hand in mine. There were several people around us, I’m not sure; or rather, I can’t quite remember who were there. I do remember, though, that tinge of uneasiness I felt while holding your hand. Why, I wonder? It may be because it’s weird that I’m dreaming of you now, holding your hand in this dream, instead of somebody else’s – somebody you know, and admittedly, a somebody who may be an even bigger star than you. But that feeling faded… and what mattered was that we were together. Then the setting changed; we were then about to lie in bed. Not to do anything, but merely to sleep and rest. We lay, and I gently pull the covers above our heads. You came closer, and placed your head to rest on my chest. I guess I placed my arm around you and held you.

And then… we were in a dream. And as all dreams are, it ended; with all that’s left is that vague memory, and a feeling that won’t quite go away.

— For Kusanagi Tsuyoshi

On that fateful night I dreamt of you

I know I’m thinking of you too much already

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NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY