Dreaming of Wars and Friends

They do fall into the same picture at the same time.

Every night I close my eyes, I see friends in my dreams.

The same friends. Doing different things. I wonder how they feel if I told them I dreamt of them.

I remember upon waking up. But I chose to allow my memory to gradually forget them.
Paying no attention to it. But sometimes I wonder about you as much as the you in my dreams.
But I can't give it thought in reality, maybe that's why you're only there, in my dreams.

And about wars, I dreamt of bombing. A huge bomb. Chaos. Frantic. Mess.
A flag. Red background with a yellow star.

I don't know what this means. But I hope it means nothing.