"People who insist on telling their dreams are among the terrors of the breakfast table."Max Beerbohm
I saw you in a dream, and in many dreams before and after. Those dreams always started out different and their stories went in different ways but somehow, you're always at the end of them. You seem to be in distress - I think you want my help. I think you need my help. And I want to help you, but I would have to find you first. I have seen you many times but I do not know your face. I have heard you speak to me but I do not know your voice. I would call after you and ask you if you know what you mean to me - if I only knew what name to call you. I do not know just how your hair would catch the light in the sun or how my smile would look like reflected in your eyes. I do not know the scent of your wake, the life in your laughter, or the warmth of your breath when you kiss me. And I do not know if you've seen me in your sleep the same way I have seen you in mine.
I know nothing about you but I know you. And when I meet you outside my dreams, I'm going to recognise you.
"Hey," I'll say to you.
"Aren't you that girl I've always been dreaming about?"
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