Had one of those dreams...

...had one of those dreams in which you fall in love with some person, an apparition of perfection, and so waking up and rejoining the real world is the most wrenching of acts and all morning now, sulking through cups of coffee and endless cold showers and that ugly sun, you are thinking of him and how perfect he was and if, perhaps, he is existing in some pocket somewhere, or walking along a plane slightly higher than your own. Ah, yes, you tell yourself, falling in love with a character you yourself created in a dream is nothing short than a narcissistic break from reality, a minor psychosis.

Am I the only one who has ever felt the emotions of love and attraction toward a character in a dream? I can't tell if this person was male or female. Rather androgynous. The person was a brilliant archer. We shared a first kiss, held hands as we walked in the woods. I woke up instantly missing the person. It has happened to me before. Oh, we should all keep things like this to ourselves; eching it in the profane space of this website just makes it sound silly. The whole thing could be rendered in the style of Duane Michals...

As he wrote this, Jason listened to When You Notice the Stripes by The Shins