In dreams he sang to me,

I had this dream last night, for many reasons it concerns me. 

I dreamt I was at a deserted train station.  There was no noise, not even the wind or birds.  There was nothing.  In my hands I had a bottle of booze and I had some pills.  I know that I was going to take them and that this would be my last moments on this planet.  I was completely calm and completely comfortable with my decision.  I took four pills and swallowed them down with three big gulps of alcohol.  I allowed a little time for them to disolve and enter my blood stream.

 

I was about to take another four pills when two of my uni friends came walking along the train track.  They saw me and asked me what I was up to.  I put my pills in my pocket so only the booze showed and told them I was just sitting and relefction after a bad day.  They took my hand and pulled me off with them and we went to a night club.

 

In this night club was every man you could ever imagine.  All straight.  We were the only three ladies there.  Most of the men where showing an interest in me and I flirted and was buzzing (from the pills and alcohol from earlier).  I was having a whale of a time, then HE showed up.  S turned up at the nightclub and shouted at me for flirting with others, I was his.  I shouted back that I couldn't be his because he rejected me.  He told me that he was wrong to do that and then kissed me.  The kiss was so passionate and so desperate for me.  He held me close and told me that he would never let me go.  I wanted to get a way, I wanted him to explain what had changed, instead I held me closer and kissed him again.  I burried my head into his chest not wanting to ever let go.

 

We danced the night away, we laughed, we had fun.  Then my brain went fuzzy and I passed out.

 

When does this all stop.