There's this guy who calls me. When he calls, the Caller I.D. registers as unknown. When he called tonight, I had this song playing in my head. I tried to sing it quite unsuccessfully. And it fits at the moment. I have no idea what will become of us. I have my hopes and dreams. There was a really great dream last night like a Thomas Kinkade picture. Sappy as heck. I knew it was him with his pinstripe suit and red Chuck Taylors. I was dressed as a fairy barefoot and decked with flowers. Super and unknown.