I don't own CB chars or the song *BR* by Queen. (It one of my fav song through, love it to death) This is some inter thoughts from Faye about know she took Spike's death. It probably has been now but oh well, another story will not hurt now will it? This may suck seeing now I wrote it and then my computer fuck up on me so I had to rewrite it out. Anyway R&R plz and thanks. (*words like this is the song*)

A DREAM

A dream. A horrible dream. It was all just a dream. Nothing more then that. Yes, I'm sure of that now. . A dream, that was what it all was. Nothing more then a horrible nightmare.

*Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy- *

A dream and nothing more and he was apart of that dream. It was a good dream at first, and I made myself hate him, because I really did like him. I hated him so that my real feelings didn't show. Yeah I'm right. Yes, that is it. He was someone I made up, because I didn't want to be alone. I fear being alone, so I made him. Yes, yes I did. I know I did. I was lonely, so I made him up to keep me company. That was what I did. Yes, that's right. That was the way it went. He was a dream and nothing more. I'm so positive of that now. He was all just a figment of my imagination, of my dream world. Someone I made up to keep me company because I didn't want to live in that horrible reality of being alone. That was why I made him up. Yes, yes.

*Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality- *

And because he was a dream and nothing more, that was why it ended. All dreams have to end at some point in time. Just this one ended horribly. Yes that's right. He was someone I wanted to have for company because I was afraid of being alone, so I made him up so I wouldn't be. *Laughs* I guess it was better making that dream and living it for a while, then living in that harsh reality of mine. Yes, he was nice when he wanted to be. But he was more of a jerk. I didn't know that I could have made someone that was so life like…..

*Open your eyes-
Look up to the skies and see-*

No…no couldn't have been real. Maybe he was at one point, but no he was all just a dream. Heck, I can't even remember his name. So that just prove he was a dream. A horrible little nightmare of mine. Sometimes you can't remember certain things in dreams and his name was just one of them. Yes, he was a dream. Yeah…he was. Just pieces of data that where store in my brain…..

*Mama, just killed a man-
Put a gun against his head-
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead-
Oh life had just begun-
But now I've gone and thrown it all away-*

But…if he was just a dream then why has my heart hurt so much. Dreams can't hurt you. That is why they are dreams. Now that I think about it, his name started with a V….no an S. Yes an S. And when then dream ended, it broke my heart. Yes it did a lot. But he was a dream. Spike. HE WAS JUST A FUCKING FUCK UP DREAM! NOTHING MORE! AND FU-……Spike….yes that was his name. But he was a dream…right? Yeah, he had to be. He wasn't real. Or was he? No, no, no, he was a dream. Yes he was a dream. A dream that hurt me because now I don't have it anymore. Yes, he was just a horrible nightmare.

*Nothing really matters-
Anyone can see,-
Nothing really matters-
Nothing really matters to me*

And now the dream is ended and now it time too more on. But somehow, it feels that it wasn't. Was it? A dream or reality? It HAD to be a dream. I hope…