I had a dream saturday night. Weekends are the only times I have any hope of remembering my dreams. Once the alarm wakes me on the weekdays, I forget anything that was running through my mind.
This time I fell in love.
I don’t remember her name. And the location was pretty fluid. My dreams tend to have all the realism of a Salvador Dali painting. But she was incredibly cute, with an evil grin. She did her best to take advantage of me.
If you think the worst thing in the world is to love someone and lose them, try falling in love with a dream. At least in real life you can go to sleep to escape the loss.