Apr. 19th, 2013

I went to bed around 10 or so, dreamed of making custard candies in the shape of facial features (complete with terrible puns), experimenting with a gas stove (with bad physics oh dreambrain you try), and finally of an infestation of little bugs that looked like they were painted to look almost like fairies, complete with little bikinis that matched the color of their lacy wings and some of the poor little things had broken wings and I couldn't let them stay in the house but I didn't want my nephew to think I had hurt them...

And I woke up at 3 AM hearing Blue Caravan in my head and thinking of Jeff. Yeah, logic was weaker than usual for my subconscious tonight. But I've been up since then with this song in my head.

Blue blue caravan
Winding down to the valley of lights
My true love is a man
Who would hold me for ten thousand nights
In the wild wild wailing of wind
He's a house 'neath a soft yellow moon.
So blue blue caravan
Won't you carry me down to him soon

Blue blue caravan
Won't you drive away all of these tears
For my true love is a man
That I haven't seen in years
He said, "Go where you have to
For I belong to you until my dying day."
So like a fool, blue caravan
I believed him and I walked away.

Oh my blue blue caravan
The highway is my great wall
For my true love is a man
Who never existed at all
Oh he was a beautiful fiction
I invented to keep out the cold
But now, my blue blue caravan
I can feel my heart growing old
Oh my blue blue caravan
I can feel my heart growing old



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