The reasoning for dreaming baffles me. Ideas, thoughts, memory, and emotions mixed, both hidden and withdrawn. The deepest and purist version of one's self. The inner workings of lost and past desires and aspirations. All of which are hopes within dreaming.

I dream of you.
Do you dream of me?

Sleep comes with such ease, knowing that I will soon see you there just past this waken barrier. Held in my arms ever so closely as if in fear of falling. With out you near. Synchronous are our rythmic exasperated...