My subconcious enjoys making me suffer too
A dark city street, with pools of lamp light illuminating, the end of the street looks out over a river. It's cold enough that I can see my breath in front of my face. And She is standing there, facing the river, I walk to her, behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, her soft red hair brushes against my cheek, and I can smell it, it's sweet. I lean in and kiss her neck, she just gingerly tilts her head to the side letting me know she enjoys it, and slips her hands over mine, her hands are cold. Mine are warm.We stand there quietly watching the boats pass along the river, and the lights of the traffic on the other side dance. She shifts her weight to her left foot and begins to turn in my arms and just as her face begins to emerge from the shadows....
I wake up.
The only thing real was the cold, and the longing.
I hate my mind sometimes
A dark city street, with pools of lamp light illuminating, the end of the street looks out over a river. It's cold enough that I can see my breath in front of my face. And She is standing there, facing the river, I walk to her, behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, her soft red hair brushes against my cheek, and I can smell it, it's sweet. I lean in and kiss her neck, she just gingerly tilts her head to the side letting me know she enjoys it, and slips her hands over mine, her hands are cold. Mine are warm.We stand there quietly watching the boats pass along the river, and the lights of the traffic on the other side dance. She shifts her weight to her left foot and begins to turn in my arms and just as her face begins to emerge from the shadows....
I wake up.
The only thing real was the cold, and the longing.
I hate my mind sometimes
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shardik:
Hmmm be glad you at least get the dream, I dream I am in a cold cave, being slapped with a wet brush. I wake up to a dog licking my hand.
shardik:
Yep that's the one 
good summation
good summation