"last night i dreamt that somebody loved me. no hope, no harm, just another false alarm." --The Smiths

so last night (you've probably guessed by now) i really did dream that somebody loved me. and like the Moz says, "no hope, no harm, just another false alarm."
While right now i'm not in a place in my life where i'm desperate or consumed with finding "somebody to love," having a dream that you just met a special someone and then waking up to an armful of blankets, a half-empty bed, and the coldness found in a room unshared...well, it jabs at the soul, making it sad.
it wasn't a sexual dream...not in the least bit. the girl wasn't anyone i know (which is good...that would probably only make things much worse), though a few of my best friends from high school were in it, for some reason...they were only really in peripheral roles, though, not really important to the center of the dream. anyway, we had just discovered love in each other and we were just content to share time together...the last i remember before i awoke was just the two of us standing there, in a hug, unsure if we would begin to dance or just stand there for a while, continuing to just enjoy the moment budding love brings two people to hold each other close as if to rid the world (and dream) of everyone but them.