I wrote this after a dream i had the other night. I woke up at 2:00 Am and worked on this poem until 5:00. The woman in my dream doesn't have one form, she takes on many different forms. In every dream i have about her she is always rescuing me from something and it is becoming very obvious that i have a thing for strong and dominant women. Could it be the fact that i am the youngest and only boy in my family? Possibly.. What do you think?