“So, you’re having this dream every night?”

He looked up at his friend, his confidant, the only one he could share this with.

“Yeah, and I know she is real. I am not sure how, but I know it. I also think that I know her, or at least I am supposed to.”

“Maybe you just need to change your diet, I’ve read that too much red meat can give you weird dreams.”

“These aren’t abstract dreams caused by too much red meat, be serious” He turned to leave. He knew he had to find this woman, but how? It wasn’t like he could look her up in the phone book.

“I have to find her. I have to know what these dreams mean.”

“OK. How do we do that?”

“I’m not sure, but somewhere there is an answer to all this.”

Somewhere else, at that moment, she was getting ready for bed. Wondering if she would have the same dream she had been having every night. Would she see him again? Would she find out who this stranger was that seemed to only exist in her sub conscience?

Either way, she looked forward to the dream.