This is based on a dream I had a while back when I was still dating my now ex-fiance`. In that dream, I was at an old house that I used to live at in Valdosta with some friends, sitting on the porch (in the middle of the night), when I see this ghost girl coming to me. She perfectly resembled a girlfriend that I had dated in high school, and still deeply loved. I had my guitar with me and was playing it, and it seemed to draw her closer to me. While everyone else had already taken off for the hills, so to speak, I just sat there and played for her. Even though she was a ghost, it had to be the most precious dream I've ever had in my life!

Now, I'm not too big on dream interpretations--because sometimes a dream is just a dream--but I believe that there are some dreams that are more than that. Some dreams are more like visions. Perhaps it was because, subconcsiously, I was still in love with Sandy, even though I was engaged to someone else. Sandy was in a relationship, too. Perhaps I remained in my own relationship because I felt like there was no way that I could ever get my Sandy back. For me, she might as well have been a ghost.

Anyway, that morning, when I woke up (grudgingly), I immediately typed up a short story based on the dream. I was going to put it up here, but I didn't like the way it was written. Also, I feel like I can explain it so much better in just a poem. Thankfully, though, this whole story doesn't end there...in case you haven't been reading my journals, Sandy and I were in fact reunited with each other (after breaking up with our respective significant others, first) on May 10th of this year. Two or three hours ago would have marked our three month anniversary this time around. I love her with every pore of my being, and each day, I find a new reason to love her. So, anyway, I suppose you've heard enough mushy crap, right? Read the stupid poem already!