Dreaming

I talk about the era in which I grew up and--depending on what I consider "growing up" to be--the era changes. I was conveniently born in 1959 so I can honestly say there were remnants of the 50s that were slow in dying off. The 60s were my pre- and elementary school years.
So I used to listen to Sinatra, Belafonte, Johnny Mathis and Tony Bennett in the younger years. In my teens I heard the Fab Four (took me awhile to get to like the sound). And every so often I liked to hear the music of Blondie.

"Dreaming"

When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
A movie or a measure?
I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Dreaming is free
I don't want to live on charity
Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?
Reel to reel is living rarity
People stop and stare at me
We just walk on by - we just keep on dreaming
Feet feet, walking a two mile
Meet meet, meet me at the turnstile
I never met him, I'll never forget him

Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate

I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by and watch the traffic go
Imagine something of your very own
Something you can have and hold

I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming
Dreaming is free

"I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming"
This is pretty much a line that I understand full-well. Only a tea connoiseur can tell you that the dreams change with the different flavors and aromas that are consumed and inhaled. I had a dream that lasted two days. It was a horror. It was about my being rounded up by the Gestapo, put on a train and taken off to a concentration camp. It's strange because I NEVER had that one before. I also speak and understand German, so that didn't go over too well.
Guess that's my punishment for enjoying a 3-day weekend.