It must have been Saturday night, but you were in my dream. I think you were in most of it, but the only part I remember is you and I walking up to a house (it was white I think) and you fell on the sidewalk into some sand and when you got up, I was trying to shake the sand out of your hair. It was your tall body but the head and hair style on it were from your younger days, like maybe pre-Middle School since you didn't have your long hair. The sand was like white sand and you didn't fall too hard, you just ended up flat on your back and I don't know if you got up yourself or if I pulled you up. Anyway-it was just nice to see you again.
I was trying to make the title of this different than Hayden Dream or Another Hayden Dream, that's why I put May in front of this one, but I like how it makes a little sentence too of its own (or even a wish): May Hayden dream. Love you!
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