I felt the dreadful pain in my chest and arms, piercing straight into my heart just as it did before. My tears could not be stopped from rolling down ...y cheeks as the realization hit me once again that I am unwanted by the man I love. I know exactly what the dream means, for the message in it is abundantly clear. There can be no more. No more dreaming of the man I love. No more wanting him late at night, and needing his love to be thrust gently inside me. No more thinking of our bodies. I put on my helmet so I couldn't kiss her again, fired up the engine, and eased the bike out of its parking spot.I couldn't think of anything else but Rose for the rest of the evening. I went to bed and tossed and turned for a couple of hours before finally drifting off to sleep. I woke up in the morning with my head full of Rose and my hand full of hard meat. All I could think of was to get back to the park. The morning was still cold, temp in the mid 30s. I don't usually go riding until. To her it would be a world that would seem completely real to her and almost impossible for her conscious to distinguish between fantasy and reality. Given the fact that the night of the murders she witnessed Karen was living in reality after seeing four men brutally mutilated by gun fire right in front of her could have pushed her right over the edge. Instead of dealing with her new reality perhaps it was just safer to avoid something so horrid that she could no longer live in it and. Let's hear it." Nope," Paul refused. "We've been through this before, haven't we? I don't sing." You did fine with 'Some Kind of Wonderful', didn't you?" Dave countered, pressing the matter. "And this isn't really singing. All you have to do is say 'rolling' a few times. It's like a vocal bass line. Piece of cake. I'd do it if I could."That logic won out, and Paul acquiesced. The truth was, Paul's trepidation about singing was somewhat justified; he really wasn't much of a vocalist, even when.