I stood outside
Instead of doing my usual soliloquy
I stepped over the gutter below, and made sure not to make a sound
I had had a dream, five minutes ago
And fancied my gambler to look at the sky to see if I saw something peculiar   ( right,  right )
I was to look if there was any magic alignment of stars
Denouement it was dark blue, black not a single star
It was three in the morning when I looked this far
A self-fulfilling wish I gave myself a message, or the intuition was it god-sent, or both (is this a Shakespeare play? minor) Not a star in the sky: You are the star
And I came in, to do this here piece here, afraid i would lose the half-lucid story since it included a dream
Get to the f'ing point Page, well before, uhh... ungraciously smoking a cigarette outside, I had had a night dream, is that what one calls them, a night dream
sure, and well, let's see , the disappearance of Paul Allen?  < no . >  something romantic Patrick?  < well yeah sort of > ...
In the dream, a new acquaintance had met Josefine, and she described her as perfectly aligned hair ...or something...
Did she want me to talk to her?  I think that is when I woke up. And it was all very real. You know how dreams are. That's how dreams are. Like usual lately I scattered my life and no must have been a dream.
Stretch for some associations, the acquaintance helped me write Fee and Spirit Investigate the Wicked Witches, and in the  < right((.)) > video game Witcher, Geralt wakes up with a premonition dream of Yennefer...
The author is at a loss, she had met Josefine at a far off place on a pale white horse?
Well yeah, something like that. It began like, something similar, to, what could be or what could have been seen, as a somewhat intrusive, text message, and she had met Jose or something I am losing everything now, as I just started thinking about Judas Christopher. The guy you wrote crappy things about Winnerbäck because he like Winnerbäck?  correct  < that piece or pieces have been erased >