everyone needs a cause

i had a weird dream the other day. i was driving in a car with john paul, i dont exactly remember why or how. i just remember sitting in the passenger seat looking out the window not knowing where i was. it was an older part of a town, with old strip malls and abandoned stores and what not. it was a particularly colorless and dreary day. we talked about what not, life in general; nothng ground breaking. we came to his apartment, where i sat myself down on old couch. this is where the dream gets fuzzy. the apartment was weird. it was an older house, and had two floors. the steps for the second floor where shared with the apartment next door which i was thought was kind of odd. john paul, why am i dreaming about you?