Drunk Water

I dreamt that we were lovers in the lemon scented rain. We had real wooden airplanes and bizarre blow up characters, as high as the sky, they spoke with their eyes. There was long wild green grass and everything seemed to be glowing as if it were sunlit, but it was night light. A warm, humid breeze and peaceful feelings surrounded me. My mouth tasted sweet. I got drunk on the water and now I can't remember. But I want to be there again, soaking in the magical wonders of this life.