The only link I can make in the dreams I've been having is the occurrence of water.
First a flood, then the pool.
Beneath that, the characters,
appear like male leads in a badly written movie.
Entering with no set-up, leaving with no warning.
Making the viewers work hard to figure out the hows, whens and whys.
Occasionally, reality disrupts this process.
Bringing about the image of you.
Scaling into these fluid situations.
I remembered the reason it hurt.
I fell asleep beside you in the pool,
we were not drowning, but being purely oblivious.
I woke up with you missing.
I woke up in a place call reality.
Water.
Take me away.
