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Candle light and violins, roses in a crystal vessel, our eyes meet, my fingers touch the back of your hand. You stand up and walk to my side of the table; I lean back, looking up at you as your lips reach for me. We kiss.

Then I fall asleep and dream that I'm waking up in a world where I am not with you, where we don't kiss or touch each other, where I don't even know you. How could such a horrid world exist for real? That's impossible. I know that this is a dream.

In my dream I wake up, usually take a shower, then comes a toast and coffee breakfast and I get out for work, a silly and boring work. The city is gray, as gray as my relations with others. I have no real friends and absolutely no lovers. Then comes lunch time and after that more work. Late evening and I get back home, feeling drained and lonely. I watch a little TV while eating some microwave dinner and then I get back to sleep... and there the dream ends and I'm again in the reality full of color, full of happiness, full of you.

I don't like my dreams.

I like this perfect reality with you, even if sometimes, when we talk nonsense, you make me wonder why I can't fly in my dreams and why all my dreams are so alike to each other and why everything is so hard in them. Maybe I only have nightmares and no dreams.