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------I woken up cause I had a dream where we had a duet. It was like some Disney s**t, I was on my chair playing acoustic guitar and she was standing up singing on the microphone. She was playing guitar while singing at the same time too, mostly accenting the notes that I played, she also did some percussive stuff too. We we're at my studio room, and it would flash back and fourth where we're both rehearsing and when we're tracking. It was like a music video. There was this one shot where we were she is tired and she's sleeping on the couch, as I mixed and mastered on the couch. And also, there was this shot where we're in both on the couch, her head laying on my shoulder we're both tired.

------We don't usually don't listen to Sleeping With Sirens, but this song, James Dean & Audrey Hepburn was some how being covered by us. And when she sings the chorus, that s**t hits me in the heart, wished she was talking to me. And she'd look at me, while singing, and I mess up tracking because I'm so captivated by her beauty, forgetting to stop recording.... I can't help but think that some times, I think she's what my dreams are made of.

------I have this re-occurring weird dream a lot actually. Its me and this woman, I don't know who she is because she is a silhouette. Sometimes this woman is replaced by a person, such as Evelin, Jessica, and even you Selena, if your reading this. But all this time I think that shadow, is supposed to be you, Ani...

------We're on a queen sized bed, in our own apartment or house. The television is speaking in the background about news, weather and traffic. Time is around eleven o'clock pm, so we're off to sleep soon. I'm on my laptop, writing an entry for a journal, of perhaps I'm working on a book. I don't really know. I just know I'm typing a lot, and somehow I get a writer's block. You're next to me reading. Sometimes its Vogue, or an article of a topic in neuroscience in a Popular Science magazine, or you're looking through a cook-book maybe thinking about variations of recipes. It varies a lot. I look at you and you smile at me, and that somehow temporarily breaks the writing block. When the tonight show comes on, you turn off the lamp on your side of the bed while turning off the tv. You kiss me on the cheek:

------"Goodnight sweetheart." You say, as you put away what you were reading.

------"Goodnight, _______."

------I'd stay up as much as I can shaking off the writer's block and thinking of scenarios and whatnot. Eventually I'll join you to sleep. The morning varies a lot of depending on who woke up first. I'm either cooking breakfast, or you are. Sometimes we don't even have breakfast cause we're in a rush to get to work, and we make each other our coffee or tea, which ever recharges us. Then someone leaves. And the dream usually ends there, I'm not sure what it signifies and s**t. Somehow, maybe in the back of my mind, I imagine that maybe its what my subconscious wants in the future, just like you Ani...

------I can't help but to think this occasionally, that maybe if I die in this world, I'd go where you are. Or that maybe we're living in other universes and dimensions and somehow, the love is so strong enough to transcend that. I think I'll leave it at that. Come back home to New York please. I miss you a lot.

Thanks for reading, This is "Anikacy" heh... (It's not). Signing out!