He dreamt of his main squeeze, them hitting the night scene, draped in the finest robes, the flyest stones, elegance, decorum, the whole thing, in this particular fantasy, they were out, he and she, hands intertwined, eyes locked, sharing space and time, in a room brimming with avant-garde deocr, men and women of all sorts, from the door to the bar, they stood, inhaling the aroma of intoxicating potions from afar.
She sipped an elderflower bellini, he nursed a sour martini, he held her hand, proud to be her man, proud to be her other, her friend, her love, he cherished her, and all she represented, he smiled at her, "I love you" he mimed, she returned the sentiment, they both meant it, all of a sudden, the scene turned bright, excess light, she started to fade out of sight, he knew this feeling, the onslaught of daylight, and in a flash, his eyes opened, the dawning of a new day had left him awoken.
Staring at the ceiling, retracing feelings and pondering the dreams' meaning...
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