I dreamt of you last night - as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me.

Vladimir Nabokov
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I dreamt of you last night - as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me. This quote has to do with love, but not romantic love. It has to do with a dream that you had when the person in question is close to you, but not someone that you feel romantically attracted to. In this instance, the person in question is simply a friend who you trust and confide in. That person will always be there for you.

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