I don’t know how I knew it, but it was a couple of years down the road. Everything had that old soap opera haze. Then I saw her, her blonde hair hangs down to her shoulders. She smiles, today was the first time we’d seen each other in years. Suddenly everything flashes to a night a few days later and we’re walking slowly, as if to savor every minute spent together. I take a breath of courage and finally ask “Would you like to go on a date sometime?” She said no. She didn’t say that her reason was because I used the word date, I just knew that somehow.
I woke up. After a dream like this I was disappointed to see I was in Nicaragua and would be for a year and a half. I was bugged. How annoying is it that despite feeling a certain way someone could be put off by a simple word or label? As I showered I had inspiration. I softly sang the words to myself so I could remember them without anyone else in the house hearing them and making fun of me. I hurriedly pulled out my little notebook intended for lyrics and wrote them down
How come I didn’t see this happening?
She never looked like this before
She stands before me in her beauty now
It’s something that I can’t ignore
Her hands in mine
My hands go numb
I start to shake
And I lean in
She’s more than gorgeous now
(backup: but that’s not it, that’s not it)
She’s my sensation now
(backup: but that’s not it, that’s not it)
She’s everything I want
And more than everything I need
And every time we meet
She makes my world
Complete
Within the hour we had a small meeting and I started to tell my buddy about the dream, and the song, and how when I came back to the states I would start a band and this song would be famous. He laughed and then looked at me and said “is it funny that I actually believe you?”
How to become a Rock Star 