On Dreams.

It's amazing how much we control out dreams.
I dreamt of you today, and you were sitting in that old bar. You were sitting on a table. Two tables away from you sat one of my best friends ever. You have something in common, you and her. You both attract any, if not every, person from the opposite sex, and sexually confused people from the same sex. You sat there, and you pretended not to notice me going in, so I looked at you, nodded and smiled. And then I saw her, and she said hi and she came running to sit with me on the other side of place. She said sit, I'll get you Vodka. I told her I didn't have much money, she said it's on her. And I looked at you and at that very moment, you were extremely relaxed, and you looked at me.