those funny little things called dreams

I  am certain that dreams indicate the true desires of the heart....at least mine have lately. I've been dreaming about Seth. In China, or at Lagoon he is ever so present in my crazy dreamland. In those dreams I am as happy as I ever was but it is cruel trick that my mind plays on me. I wake up and I have tears running down my cheeks and my heart aches as I panickly look around my bed for my babe as those last bits of dreamful illusion slip out from under me and I  fall hard into the loneliness of reality. The reality that I love and am having a great time living in... I just don't have a baby, I don't have my baby.