Comforts

So I met this guy.
We met at church.
He's not my type.
We talked.
Suddenly he realized I answered all his questions.
Then he changed.
He's my type.
We lived in a great house.
The street seemed really dangerous.
My dad brought me home.
I was afraid my sister would walk across the street.

Well, I didn't remember much.
It was comforting dream.
Like I have a great life.