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Or maybe it was Wang'Galay. Or maybe a freaky attempt of my subconscious to try to make words or ideas in my head, like baby language.

At first I dreamt I was a futuristic bank robber with an Airship, but you know.

Then I was in my house, walking from the living room to the back but before I got there I heard the familiar strumming of a guitar and thought, "I know that sound." I turned a corner and saw Codi playing his guitar. I sat with him and asked why he left and why he didn't tell anyone.
"I left?"
"Yeah, where did you go?"
"Huh. Hey, come to the backyard!"
So there we were, me, Codi and my mom hanging out in what was supposed to be my backyard, but prettier. I was looking around confused, when Codi suggested we see a movie.
It took place who knows when. When women wore corsets and had big hair, yet Natalie Portman was able to shave her head. There were such interesting characters in it. Daniel Radcliffe played a charismatic, slight-of-hand theater actor and Natalie played the rebellious princess. I didn't see who played the other characters but there was one other character that stood out. He did so because he played a spirit. A weird-looking musical spirit that was apparently Natalie's mentor. Sorta reminds me of Phantom of the Opera.
There was a scene I'll never forget, it's fresh in my mind. There was a ball. A big how-do-you-do in a gigantic ballroom. It panned to princess Natalie who was sitting on a big couch with her shaved head and amazon-like clothes bored out of her mind. Then it panned to Daniel the theater man sitting on another couch wooing some ladies. He said something like, "No matter what I end up doing *all the while he's pulling out random objects out of nowhere* whether it be a musician, or a poet, or even sculptor, I will /never/ be /that/ British!" He pointed to the prince as all the girls laughed. Panned to the prince, played by who knows, was rigidly dancing with some chick.
Then the lights went down and standing in the center was the music spirit, and this is the scene I can't get out of my head.
Sad music started playing and he motioned for the princess to come to him. They started singing this really sad love song. In the dream I heard words! Actual damn lyrics to an actual song that has to exist somewhere in the universe but Mr. Google says it doesn't! So there I was, in the theater, crying loudly and feeling sick from it, probably the most beautiful song I'd ever heard.
I feel like Bottom.
I feel like I witnessed a sight I was not meant to see and I should make it public! Like a story or a play! And that song.
It was about forbidden love of the Shakespearian kind and the only words my mind could let me keep from it when I woke up was an echo of a sad, melancholic, "In Wangalay" wherever or whatever that may be.

Yeah, yeah, it beats the dream I had the other week about how James Lipton, Mark Wahlberg and I were tearing out my carpet, but what the hell am I supposed to do now?