In Dream.

I wrote this while I was dreaming.

I had a dream,
And in this dream I was with you.
In the dream I was made to feel jealous.
I was hurt and messed around.
I knew it was only a dream,
But the pain felt real.
I could feel us both in the dream.
I could feel a passion of strong virtual hate,
Fused with the reality of love.
It was torture,
But - I knew that this was only a dream.
So - at any point I could pull out of this dream.
And - I chose to stay with the dream...

Just because I could be near you.