UhM I am shaking the house for the first time in a great while.
Everyone is gone and I am home alone!
I am playing Blue Oyster Cult and minutes away from dancing around like a spaz.
I have had freams of lost love during the night. Not just fleeting images, but whole life long stories, even multiple generations in some scenes (starting as a frog eater in my youth and finding out about girls and then choosing one then going through all parenting and ending with death as a loved grand arent who has done his best. An amazing dream, indeed) of my "second" love who died in my twenties from the flu I was carrying.
Thank fuck I am alone for this trying memory and I can feel it in the music that she and I shared so many times.
