Fantasy

I dreamt of you again last night.    
It's beginning to happen every now and then.      
It was a beautiful, surreal festival.      
Fantastic, but felt very real then.      
       
A festival, yes.      
"She has organized it", I sum.        
But you are a guest here, as well.      
And to witness your spectacle, you've come.        
       
You walk as you admire the grand auditorium      
And preparation that must have taken months.      
With the class and grace of an unassuming highness,      
You are delighted and delightful at once.      
       
Don't get me wrong, it's nothing too fancy.      
You're wearing a denim jacket,      
And blue jeans, I can see.        
God you look amazing.        
       
Wait, what am I doing here, again?        
Am I with you?        
Wow, well, what is going on.        
This, is too good to be true.      
       
I see men and women in black dresses and attire      
Running to you with stuff, as we walk.      
Information, updates, the counsel of an expert,      
With confident perfection, you talk.        
       
Wait, my favorite band is here?!        
But you don't even like them!      
My friends from college are here too!        
Huh. How big *is* this event?        
Honey, just who are you?      
       
As so you become so enigmatic      
As this festival of delights unfolds.      
I just watched as you sat behind the seats      
On a wooden step, lit gold.      
       
"Go sit next to her!" I say to myself,      
More in action than in words, for sure.        
Whatever I know of you, I cherish so much.        
Why on earth would I miss a chance for more?      
       
It finally starts feeling like a date, now.      
I am in awe of you, through and through.      
I don't remember the play, only the music.      
Really all I looked at, was you.        
       
I am just as fascinated as in saner times,        
Only without a hold on it, so many times over.      
You are smiling so much, oh god. My heart.      
I'd die if I saw you like this sober.        
       
It finally ends, as we stroll outside,      
Into a bakeshop to get some cake.      
"Thank you so much for inviting me", I tell you.        
The way you looked at me then, no portrait could take.