First important piece of information-I am only 18 years old, and I never liked a single one of the teen heart-throbs who was popular. And I HATE Titanic.
Ever since I was small, (as in about four years old) I have had a strange, repeating dream. I am laying in a bed, in a little room that's in the attic of a house (the ceiling is low, and it slopes). There is one dormer window across from the door that looks out on a night sky. There's a bunch of posters of men with long, wavy hair on the walls. I know enough now to be able to identify their "wierd" clothes with Seventies fashions, though it did seem very strange to me when I was small. A folding table has a pile of magazines and books on it, and it sits against the wall on the other side of the door.
And the house is on fire-I know that I am burning too, but like in all dreams, I can't feel it. I can see the fire, and on the ceiling, ringed by the fire, there's this picture of a man with long dark hair. That face is always the last one that I see in the dream. The whole thing scares the liver out of me.
About a month ago (or thereabouts) I came home from work after a closing shift, and I was flipping through the channels on the TV. I stopped off at A&E to see who the Biography was, and it turned out to be Shirley Jones. I watched for a few moments, out of curiosity, and I got sucked in. The were talking about when the Partridge Family was cancelled, and they showed a cover of a magazine with a photo of David Cassidy on it. This was the first time that I'd ever seen a picture of David Cassidy in my life (heck, the first time I'd ever heard the name.).
Well, I was so startled that I dropped my reheated pizza on the floor. IT WAS HIM! The man on the poster in my dream was on the TV in front of me. I ditched the pizza on the floor (Mom was not pleased with me in the morning.) and went upstairs to the computer in the spare bedroom. I logged on to the Internet and did a quick search for "David Cassidy" on Yahoo! and the pix I found confirmed that the men on the posters in my dream were really Shaun and David Cassidy. And I even found a scan of the EXACT SAME POSTER as the one on the ceiling in my dream.
I was thouroughly freaked. I have always been very paranoid about fire (I cannot go near it, or I start getting really panicky.) and for no particular reason. And I knew I'd never seen or heard of Shaun and David before. But I recognized them. I always thought that reincarnation seemed like a good idea, and now the primary thought running through my head was "It's not a dream! It's how I DIED in a past life!"
Ahem. Done rambling, now on with the poem. I hope that the ramble helps the poetry make sense.