Dream A Little Dream of Me

   Sometimes when I dream it's so vivid I have convince myself I awake in the morning. Last night started as your typical surrealist affair. I found a hat that made me more attractive to women. Despite what should be expected out of that scenario, there was nothing overtly sexual about the dream. It degraded even further from there. I was wandering around the Meijer parking lot musing about life, and my desire to have things that don't want me. But then things started feeling real. I could feel the wind on my face, and went inside. It was then that I ran into Tess (who she is is of no real consequence as I do not know her anymore). My hat was still on my head, but it's effects held no sway over the beauty before me. We walked around Meijer and talked. We discussed my thoughts about desire, and about the lies we tell ourselves about the people we care for. It was a very melancholy conversation, but for some reason left me feeling satisfied. I awoke, and as stated before I had to convince myself I was in fact awake. It didn't help that I have an unusually high recollection of the dream. Very existential, I must admit.