Having Tea with Me

My heart has spoken last night.


For as long as I can remember, I've always had very strong feelings for Roger Waters from Pink Floyd. So much so, that I wouldn't think twice about it.

He has appeared in my dreams only twice in my life. First time he visited, we were standing in line together. I jumped in his arms the second I realized who he is. I felt his gray hair in my face. I smelled his scent. I thanked him for his wonderful gift as my heart swelled with love. I awoke in tears realizing it wasn't real.

Last night was another visit. But this one was different. I was in Hell surrounded by demons and Roger was Satan. I didn't see horns, red skin, hooves, and a tail though. I still saw Roger himself. I still saw his flowing. gray hair. I still smelled the same scent. I leaped into his arms and my heart bloomed like a red rose. He would try to reject me, but I refused to let him go. I knew who he really was and I loved him all the same. I didn't see what they saw.

I don't know what this meant or if there is a meaning to this dream at all. But to me, it meant that no matter which form he takes, I will always love him.