Hazy Dream

I've dreamt of him again last night. Yes, it's something wonderful and great; and no it's not something like Stephanie Meyer's dream that lead her in writing the Twilight Saga. It's just a simple and selfish dream of mine. All mine.

Now, how can I share this dream without sounding so pornoic (if there's such a word)? So let's just say that I'm in the middle of a dreamless sleep and I don't know why I dreamt of him and the fact that that we are making love. We are in the middle of this passionate sex. We're both sweaty and panting heavily. We cannot stop touching each other and continously kissing very hard. You can see clearly from our faces that we are having the time of our lives. The picture that we created is something that everyone would envy. I, even envied myself.

Then abruptly I saw myself somehow changed but still lying in my back, still sweaty, still panting, still with flustered face, but no, I'm not with him anymore. I'm doing differently.

Very different. I'm giving birth to a baby...

My dream is so vivid. I can see his face, the raw emotion, the twinkle in his eyes. I can taste his sweat. I can feel his touch, his kiss, and his warmth. The intensity of it surprised me. I really thought I was real, that I was with him and I even wanted to see our baby...my baby.

When I woke up, I've realized two things. First, I'm ready to step up my relationship with Alex, and second, I'm ready to have a baby.