I will volunteer this information: Yeah, you were. Every night since Friday. Sometimes you are saving me from something--we were driving away very quickly, I don't know what from. You were stressed out, but in control and concentrating very hard. It was kind of hot. Sometimes you are holding me and we are lying down, I think in your apartment, but I'm not sure. We are about to kiss, or things are about to escalate, but I never get to experience it. You are always wearing black, and you always look really good. You are almost always under duress, but handling it capably. But still, I never get to kiss you. I haven't been able to for months. No sex dreams either--for almost a year. But yeah, I dream about you a lot. I wish I dreamt about you more. I had one right around the spring equinox, in which there was a war going on and you came to rescue me, and you were angry that I wasn't taking care of myself, but I had secret knowledge about our safety, so I beckoned to you from under the covers and we held each other like lovers, but still I never got to kiss you. I just want to feel you near me. I want to know how it feels to share a kiss with you, how it feels to surrender. I wish I could have you in the dream world, because the possibility of that happening in the physical world seems so distant.