I just had one of those horrible dreams, the kind you have of real life, that could be real, that you are convinced is real. The situation is something you wanted so desperately to happen, something to make sense of your current life, and just as you were reaching the moment of understanding, the culmination of your wish, you wake up. You stumble across the floor because it is dark in your little place, you go to turn on the light and the switch is dead. You hear someone slowly approaching on the steps outside, and you think it can only be one person: he of whom you just dreamed, and you are frantically attempting to wake up and turn on a goddamn light, why won’t the light work, and what’s going on, why is he here, where has the fucking sense to my life gone–
and then you wake up.