dreams that inspire hope

i promised jessica i would post this. so here goes.

a few days ago i had the best dream ever. it began at a diner. my mom and i ordered our food and i sat down at a table while she waited for it at the counter. while seated next to a table full of young guys, i felt the need to speak a random line from a random song. out loud. the attractive young guy at the head of the table looked at me and said "i heard that."
"heard what?" i asked.
"i heard you talkin to yourself."
"psh, i wasn't talking to myself! i was... rapping." yeah. i said that.
"oh," he replied, grinning. he jumped up and took the seat next to me. "tell me more!"
by that time my mom had returned with our food.
"i can't. too bad."
he stood up and looked sad. "we should do something"
"lets go for a walk!"
"i can wrap your food up for you," my mom offered.
"ok! i wasn't even hungry anyway."
so for hours we walked up and down the streets of the city. the feeling i had were so real, so magnified in the dream. it was a strange feeling. one i had never felt before. it came from my heart. radiated, actually. i felt it in my lungs when i took each breath, my feet when i took each step, my eyes when i blinked. i felt it in my elbows and my liver and my esophagus. in the dream, i didn't know what it was. but when i woke up, i knew what it was. L.O.V.E.
now, after we walked for a few hours, my family caught up with me and i had to leave with them. as his silhouette faded into the distance, i expressed my sorrow to my sister. i hadn't even gotten his number or email address or even his last name! She handed me a small folded up piece of paper. "he told me to give this to you."
this is what the note said:
"hey. here's my number. i really hope to hear from you because, well, i really like you. actually i more than like you. you're it, kid."

so that's my dream. and i really want it to come true. maybe one day he'll be like "hey" and i'll be like whoa deja vu! i can only hope. or dream.

he was a singer in a band, by the way. totally awesome.