A Midsummer Night's

Aug. 20, 2001

I had a dream last night
That I woke up with a hankering
For roast beef and swiss on a
Kaiser roll

It was a hungry dream

I got up and headed to the kitchen
I turned on the light
But it only lit up half the room
And left some nice darkness
To leave things night-like

It was a well-lit dream

I pulled out the cold cuts and the
Mayo and everything else
And started making my sandwich
The roast beef looked so good and red
I tore off a chunk and tasted it

It was a tasty dream

The window was open and
The summer breeze came blowing in
Brushing against my skin
And the smell of wet pavement
Drifted into the kitchen

It was a sensual dream

Just then I heard some footsteps
From the bedroom, and the floor creaked
As you walked toward the kitchen
The pitter-patter of Sport's
Feet against the wood followed

It was a friendly dream

You squinted your eyes against
The little bit of light in the kitchen
"Hey, bear," you said
"Hey, babe," I said with a smile

It was a homely dream

"Whatcha doin'?" you asked
"Just makin' a sandwich," I said
"Looks good," you said

It was an inquisitive dream

"Oh, that's nice," you said
"Want one?" I offered
"No, thank you," you said sweetly
"OK," I said — "Sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," you said — "but thank you."
"Sure, babe," I said

It was a repetitive dream

"Hope I didn't wake you up," I said
"Nah, not really" you said

It was a considerate dream

"Just wanted to get some water" you said
"OK" I said

It was a thirsty dream

You poured yourself some water
And gave me a kiss before heading back
Sport stayed to watch me
Make the sandwich

It was a scrap-lovin' dream

Somebody in the apartment building across
The way must have have had his window open
Because I could hear some music — part of it went:
"My little darlin', oh how I love you
How I love you, none can tell"

It was a musical dream

I went over to the computer
I ate my sandwich with a glass of milk
I surfed the Net for a while
And let Sporto lick up the plate
Then I wrote this

It was a nonsensical dream

Then I went back to the bedroom
And tried to be as quiet as possible
About slipping back into bed
But I stubbed my toe on the dresser
And you were startled awake

It was a painful dream

"Sorry, babe — didn't mean to wake you up," I said
"Oh, that's OK — are you all right?" you asked
"Yeah, I'm OK," I said, rubbing my toe
"Poor bear," you said, sympathetically
"Would you kiss it for me?" I asked in my best little-boy voice

It was a whiny dream

You kissed it and said, "There ya go — all better"
"Thanks, babe," I said
We kissed good night and rolled over
And Sport found a spot somewhere
I don't remember where

It was a fuzzy dream

I took off my glasses and
Thought about things
Some sad, some not so
The hum of the A/C lulled me back
To sleep, with my belly nice and filled

It was a midsummer night's dream

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