Dreams

Last night I was up til maybe three o clock. Maybe this was the cause for my strange dream...or maybe it's my subconcious's always-active imagination that conjures up creative dreams all the time. I don't know.
Well...in my dream, Josh was there. But it was much better than real life. The subtle touches and looks we trade in real life were magnified into loving caresses of a hand across the other's back or a sweet kiss to the other's palm or even just laying there, silently running fingers through eachother's hair. It was...beautiful. We smiled at eachother the way an old couple would as if their relationship had just begun. Like we'd shared all of our secrets with eachother over the long years, yet the infatuation stayed fresh betwen us.
Sometimes I wonder if it makes me... well, kind of weird to dream up things like these. It's, no doubt, pleasantly pleasurable to experience these desires without effort, but when I come back to reality, it just reminds me that my life just isn't that flawless. Things are different. And maybe things are different in life because you know you shouldn't follow your subconcious's desires. Maybe real life makes those desires destructive rather than beneficial.
I guess I'll figure it out soon.