Nimic(uri) personal(e)

I dreamt of you singing in a tv studio of some sort. Shooting for a video maybe. You were laughing and singing, wearing a red scarf I believe. I’ve never seen you wearing red before, nor did I know you could sing. Weird career change I thought. I came behind the scenes and threw garlic on your table. You laughed again. I don’t know why, everything was so serious, really. (Why so serious? maybe.) I had to watch my steps back. There were tiny soldiers scattered on the floor and their weapons were sharp. I sat by the window and waited. It was dark. You started singing again just before I woke up.