Sweet dreams are made of this..

I had a dream last night. I haven't been dreaming much anymore. When I first got out of the hospital I had a few dreams about food but that was just my longing for nourishment manifesting itself I'm sure. I guess in a way that's what dreams and nightmares are a manifestation of longing or fear. But that isn't what I was writing to discuss anyhow.. I'm not interested in putting that much thought into words right now. So I had a dream, one of those dreams that make you hope you can fall back asleep because you really need to see how it ends. The kind you wish were your real life. You were there. It was beautiful like it was supposed to be. Like I thought it would be. But I guess its better that I didn't fall asleep because that way it didn't have to end. A lingering memory of the potential there may be in some alternate universe somewhere. A universe where love really is all that matters. A universe where love is never unrequited. A universe I will always long to be part of.