i dreamt we were parallel lines

from an Andrew Marvell poem,

Therefore the love which us doth bind,
    But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
    And opposition of the stars.

I am dissatisfied with this dream on several levels.

I think I argued at length on the subject of parallel lines.

While also pussyfooting on the subject of love.

I feel, you can't quite unscramble the eggs in an omelette.

It just can't be done.

And a girl sitting on a bench explaining what it means to say hallelujah.

And some one pointing out that my bike was broken.

Also, they were so strange and real I had to double check that these weren't just faded memories.

But I'm now certain they are not.