Last night my sister in college IMed to tell me she had dreamt that I got married.
She said that everyone was very happy for me and naturally her mother was all over the place, tending to things and chatting with everyone.
She said my bride was, I forget the exact words, but she was appealling and sweet.
Hmmm. I don't think of my sister as visionary. I've never known her to be psychic at all.
The idea of it, the ideal of it... makes my heart ache. I've begun to lose hope that anyone will ever love me enough for that sort of relationship.
The woman I'm seeing seems very fond of me, but she doesn't love me. I know it when I hear it and I believe in saying it often. I've held back from saying it more to this one. Once bitten.... She just laughs when I tell her I love her. I think she is content just to have me to talk to. My rose petal peach skin heart just takes it all too hard.
Anyway...
wasn't it lovely? My young step-sister dreams about my happiness.
It just made me think about a song Elvis sang in one of his movies. I think it was "Roustabout."
Follow that dream, I gotta follow that dream
Keep a-movin, move along, keep a moving
I've got to follow that dream wherever that dream may lead
I've got to follow that dream to find the love I need
When your heart gets restless, time to move along
When your heart gets weary, time to sing a song
But when a dream is calling you,
There's just one thing that you can do
Well, you gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead
You gotta follow that dream to find the love you need
Keep a-movin, move along, keep a moving
Got to find me someone whose heart is free
Someone to look for my dream with me
And when I find her I may find out
Just what my dreams are all about
I've got to follow that dream wherever that dream may lead
I've got to follow that dream to find the love I need
I've got to follow that dream wherever that dream may lead
I've got to follow that dream to find the love I need
Keep a-movin, move along
Keep a-movin, move along
Keep a-movin, move along
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