Strange Dreams in 2018ish

Faces I couldnt see, and voices I couldnt make out. The body language is what gave you away, it does every time. Standing tall like you owned the place, I always can pull you out of a crowd, just by the way you stand. The broadness and curve of your shoulders down to the tips of your fingers. The way your body moves when you laugh. Just quietly wandering around in my dreams, trying not to cause a stir.

You were only there to observe what was going on in my head, but when I know you’re there I cant focus on anything but trying to see your face. I dont even pay attention to my own dreams at that point. I know they were strange dreams by what was going on in the background. You’re distracting.

But maybe thats why you do it. To make the strange and bad dreams go away. So I dont wake up shaking, crying and dripping with sweat. Reaching for someone who isnt there to comfort me back to sleep. To rub my butt and tell me it was just a dream.

But still, they were strange dreams.