A dream of Tim

I dreamt of you the other night
It was a silly dream: that's right 
The two of us were going up 
To Sedan to collect our things 
All the furniture we'd yet to get 
In this crazy dream she was upset 
Wouldn't let us get inside 
Wouldn't let us collect it all
She left us there and went away 
But you had thought it out 
You'd touched the lock before she left 
The door just opened to your softest touch 
Thus we were able to complete 
The task that we'd been set
Until many others came
Then we had to run away 
She was upset about the damage
To the house: underneath
Caused by the flood 
Said it was dangerous...
Said it wasn't fair...
Ah the silly things we dream of 
Those silly things that concern us
In our waking moments 
These sill things that return to us
Cime to play upon our minds 
As we try to get some precious sleep!