A dream about a dream.

It was all familiar, it had all happened before even tough it was not a dream I had experienced before, yet clearly I had because as each scene unfolded the déjà vu only resonated more.

The same golden hair, sapphire eyes and pale skin was so close I could physically feel their embrace.

Every other temptation within my grasp; money, freedom, power and rage.

They all meant nothing.

Who is this muse as they are one of three who constantly visits and what do they want from me?

If only I could remember each detail I’m sure I’d have the answer for that which I seek.