Dream time:

There was a stream of weird scenario-jumping so I'll start with what I remember and leave out the segue, because there isn't one.

This dream started with a western feel do it. In a city with dirt roads and overgrown grass, not that it was technologically impaired, it's just how the time was. And there were beasts that were using this town as a feeding supply. I'm not really sure of any back story here, just that I was caught in the middle and tried to save who I could. Ultimately, I realized it was a dream because I wasn't afraid, and I tried fighting back. I was weak, though, I couldn't really hurt the things, they were nearly immortal. Though, I did get to split one's jaw at the hinges, that was the most of my damage. And these things did destroy a house/building that I was primarily residing at. Throughout this whole segment, though, I never felt like I belonged in the town. I was more in the feeling that I was passing through.

Then I'm at a lesser known award ceremony, something to do with music predominantly, and it's in another country or rather some small city and not a lot of people care much about it. I figured you wouldn't be there, Braille-Reader. But somehow you sneaked into my unconscious mind. At first, things were passive and nonchalant. I didn't want to hound you with anything I had to say, but somehow you still knew. Maybe you didn't, actually, maybe you were just acting on your own accord. (Except for the fact that this was my dream. So I'm sure I had some influence there.) So despite my few attempts to leave you to enjoy the awards show and possibly reap your own if you were nominated, you stuck around with me. The most vivid part of the dream: we were leaning over the edge of a balcony, standing, and you were close to me. Elbow to elbow. And I remembered wondering why you were there. You had literally a million other places you could be, where other people more deserving of your company were, but you kept looking me in the eyes and laughing at the extremely terrible jokes that I nervously made. And in a moment of silence, I saw you looking out over the crowd, toward the stage - your hand was close to mine and my heartbeat began to drown out the din of the theater. So I stretched out my fingers and started to weave them into yours, scared and curious and excited. Before I knew it, we were holding hands. I was too focused on them that I didn't notice you staring at me. Smiling. But there you were. We locked eyes. Didn't say anything. Just looked back out to the stage, hands still together. It felt nice. Not overwhelming. Not devastating to wake up from. Just nice that it happened, regardless of it being real or not, just that I had the moment to feel that, even for a second.

Then I did wake up.
I tried to will myself back in it, but we know that never works.

Here's still next time.