I dreamt that I was trying to get on a purple bus with my friends., but the bus started moving even though I only had one foot on it. I eventually managed to get onto the bus. As the bus went along its merry way, it started turning beige and it became shorter and shorter until it became a minivan. I noticed that all the people around me were wearing sunglasses, and after sometime, I discerned from their conversation that I was actually kidnapped.
Then I woke up. I think I had the dream because my friend told me he wanted to kidnap me.
A single flow'r he sent me, since we met./All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet - One perfect rose.
I knew the language of the floweret;/'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.'
Love long has taken for his amulet/One perfect rose.
Why is it no one ever sent me yet/One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get/One perfect rose.