In all of times, it has been said that dreams is the work of our unconsciousness. It is the reaction of our past, our culture, our hopes and dreams, and sometimes even the future. But what is it then, that I dream of?

It started years ago, and I am not quite sure when it started. Even now, once in a while I get to see him again, in my dreams. I am quite sure you do not understand much now, reading this. But I do promise you, it is quite true.  Let me try to explain: a few years ago I had a dream of a boy (i was yet a child, and even if i am still a teen, i feel like a woman, not a girl anymore). Now you may expect some erotic fantasy of some sort. But it was not. Once i let my eyes on him, I knew. What I knew, is another mather.. and I am not yet quite sure.  Anyway, I do not think the details of my dreams would interest anyone, but the mere fact of the existence of the dream, might.

When waking up, that first time, I was one of the worlds happies persons alive. There is no way I can explain it better. I was so joyous i could see the sun shine on a cloudy day.

The second time we met, was another dream, another time. Still details would only distract the purpose of this reading. Yet there was something in his eyes which could make my mind fly and my stomch twist and my heart melt. That sweet gaze. At the time I had the dream, I would say would match my age to his. We were both in developement, growing up to become us, together. Waking up from that second dream, a sweet bitterness flooded me. The second my eyes opened, I longed for us to be together again. For me to feel his watmth on my skin. To se those eyes reading my every thought, and his smile. I had become in love.

The third time is not so far ago, yet it seems ages. This time we had a child. The worlds mot beautiful daughter. My Elizabeth. Her long black curls and her small arms running towards me, hugging and never letting go. And he, more gorgeous and indescribable kind, filled my heart with love. Pure love.

Waking up, I had tears in my eyes. Once again I had seen him, seen my little daughter, seen all what I wanted to be. I had seen us marrying, us fighting alongside each other, laughing, kissing, longing. I had felt his precense, his warmth, his eyes reading my every thought. And every night since I gave him my heart, a star has shone upon the nights sky. Even when no other star shine, ours do. The star I always search for when night falls, with a wish of seeing him again.

How I love him. I wish to forever sleep, if it would mean for us to meet again. There is so much I could give for that valuble price. Only a gaze. And I know he is not only a dream. How could i then feel him when scared or cold? How can I then be willing to give so much? It is the feeling he leaves me, as if I only have to wait for the right moment, and our eyes will meet for true.

It seems unbelievable, but it is quite true, I promise. I swear as much as I love him. I swear as much as my heart is for him to have. I swear

I wish upon a star – the star – for us to meet again, tonight.