The Girl in the Dream… the One Who Woke Me *edited*

…My Dream from a few nights ago

A few nights ago…
I found myself in this place…
in my sleep…

I was walking…

It was a quiet… quaint neighborhood—
that felt familiar…

Middle class…
working people…
doing much life here…

I wasn’t alone…

There was a beautiful young blonde girl—
probably around 17…

…and her two younger sisters…
maybe 12 or 13…

…and a young boy…
around 10…

I’ve never seen any of them before…

—but they knew me…

…they felt like my friends…

So I accepted them…

We all were walking along…
talking… laughing…

Life felt so easy…
so simple…

As if I had nowhere to be—
nothing else to do…

…and if I did…
whatever… or wherever…
—it could wait…

I felt younger too…
maybe 18… 20…

As the five of us slowly moved down the street…
just talking…

The older girl asked me—

“Do you know my father?”

I didn’t…

I didn’t even know her…

Then she asked—

“What kind of man do you think he is?”

So I thought for a second…

And judging by his daughter…
by her character in my dream…

I figured him for a good man—

hard working…
loved his family…

She said—

“Yes… you are correct…
he is all these things…”

Then she looked deep into my eyes…
smiled…

…gently placed her hand in mine—

just to hold… as we walked…

Then she rested her head
on my shoulder…

…and I felt something—
light…
soft…

…caressing my neck…

All of a sudden—

I snapped back…
to reality—

I thought of my girlfriend…

My real one…
in real life…

I could see her face in my mind…

I felt my love for her—
she filled me…

I felt so bad…

Like I was doing something wrong—
with this other girl… even in a dream…

I tried to free myself…
pull my hand away—

…but it wasn’t that easy…

I started to panic…
just a little…

And then—

I woke up…

Thinking about my lady…

—the real one 😎’`

my current finger situation

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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Shakespeare & Me & Neil Young (Week 13)

Twelfth Night…

Willy `•.

“In delay there lies no plenty…
Then come kiss me… sweet and twenty…”

Neil “;-^

“You can’t be twenty on Sugar Mountain…
Though you’re thinking that you’re leaving there too soon…”

Me `’.,°~

Over my damp shoulder…
a lying doorway… to rooms that no longer exist…

…….😮→🏔️🍬→🎙️🎪→🎈🎈..→🚫2️⃣0️⃣→→🏔️🍬..→💭🚶‍♂️💨→⏳→’

The End…

Spend it…
You can’t keep it…
You can’t return to it…

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

`’.,°~

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