Dreams can stay a fantasy or become reality

If you think about something in particular before entering REM, then there will be a good chance that you will dream it.

I finally confessed. We were in a store and the lights were faded or as least we were in a section where the lights were filtered through a black drapery of some kind. We held that romantic tendency that couples usually have, leaning into each other, with his head tilted to hear me and and my head craning for me to be heard . His proximity was satisfying; I relished in the almost contact because it teased but never fulfilled. Contradicting?

I took the chance and whispered that I was interested and sweetly kissed his cheek.

The scene afterward was humorous and typical enough. I fled. I left him still and shocked.

In the following scenes, as if we were in a drama, we were near each other but never able to communicate. Until he finally sat me down and was about to answer, only for me to awaken.

I love to anticipate the soothing intensity and excitement that comes with the answer.

Twelfth Night is my favorite comedian Shakespearean play, so far, because it combines humor to emphasize reality and fantasy, the dual nature of disguise and the deceptiveness of self-conception.

Perhaps, I am like Orsino or Olivia, falsely infatuated because I cannot differentiate between what is authentic interest and what is superficial interest.