This was not a tribute to David Sandberg... But I was thinking of this song when this came to me...

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I hear the opening chimes of David Sanborn's song, The Dream. As I awake in the consciousness of the dream, I hear the opening chimes plaing on. Oh, how that song is dreamy. I hear a sound in the song that sounds like a woman cooing. I see something approaching me through the white mist. Ever closer. I can start to make-out the outline of the shape. It's a body... a woman. I can see from the outline of her hair that she has beautiful brunette curls.

With each measure of the song, she draws nearer to me. The soothing rythms of the song, the soothing curves of her body... she approaches nearer to me with every step. Her features are soft and inviting. Her soft flesh tone grows more clear with each of her steps, each measure of the song.

Then I see her face, her eyes, her smile, her nose , her beauty. I'm taken back as the music in the song matches the beauty I see in her.

I look down, and scan her body into my brain. Like a goddess, she is bare. She doesn't fear her nakedness in front of me. Her curves in my eyesight match the curves in the music. Her body to me is perfect.

Like in a dream, I see her close up... close up enough that I can smell her divine perfume. The tone of her skin, every change in texture, around her breast, her body. She is fabulous!!!

The song starts back at the first... I'm standing directly in front of her. I begin to admire all her beautiful curves again. In seeing her nudity, I was not aware that I was standing in front of her, also naked. No wonder she seems to be comfortable standing before me. Her hands take my hands, and guide them to her face. To her shoulders. To her breasts. I realize they are standing firm and high for her size D. I'm lost in the music, and her beauty, she is a dream.

She motions me to look down. So I look down, further than I had yet seen. I see her tummy and thighs. She is a size 10. I realize that with those curves I could not love her more than I do right now.

Her legs match her torso. and I realize she is not just a woman, but she is all woman.

As the song ends, she steps into my arms, and I rap my arms around her body. I feel her skin, her flesh, as I pull her body up to me. At that moment I finally realize I'm naked also. Her bare skin touching me, my skin touching her...

We kiss just as the song ends...

My eyes open... I'm alone in my empty, dark room. A tear appears at the corner of my eye... I want to go back to sleep. I want to dream "The Dream" again... a sweet-sweet dream... of her and I.