... about the way the sun is not the same sun I knew when I was younger. Always getting hotter and oppresive to those who try to live underneath its beams.

I've been dreaming about the friends I had at school. About those I've met in college and at work. Those who is no longer among us and those who just arrived. Thinking about their silence. Their bloody and anoying silence!

I've been dreaming about the future. And the winds blowing in my life's shields. The directions turning so fast. The unknown and the foreseen. Everything we could dream.

I've been dreaming about work. About numbers and cyphers. Task and people, brokers and traders. Dutch people, American people, Singapore people, Chinese people, Brazilian people. The clock on 7a.m. The clock on 19p.m.

I've been dreaming about sex. About eyes and lips, ass and tits. About feeling, passion and love. About legs and limits. All the time we miss. All the moments we have never passed and those which is in my memory forever. Sensing the flavour and the smell, the sweat and the breath.

I've been dreaming about you. The path we chose and the path we rode. The mistakes I've made. The mistakes you've made. The mistakes we haven't made. Because together it seems so right. Because we get blind and enlighted. We lose ourselves in each other and there's nothing more. No past, no present, no future. No one else living in this world. No one as happy. I've been dreaming about it all...

... and I wake up. Thirsty for living the dream I live. Excited to make new dreams with you, because we've performed most of those dreams we had.

I wake up. And nothing is like my dreams. And everything is dirt and vague and hollow...

... I wake up again.

I've been dreaming about... a dream.