Raz-ma-taz

I dreamt of her again last night. It just seems to reinforce and provide the proof that her essence is no doubt present in my mind. There is a theorem in occult literature. It states that the dream world is one of the closest realms to our own physical one. Before things happen in the physical real world, they happen and are played out in the dream world. IT is also the world of our fantasies, and obviously of our dreams. The dream world is known in psychology as the gateway to something known as the collective subconscious. Whatever the fuck its known as, who can deny the power of dreams. Now, just minutes after the actual dream ended, I find myself pining for her. Its as if I have, for this moment at least, forgotten where reality stops and the dream begins. It was so nice with her hands wrapped around me like she used too, her chin on my chest as she would look up at me and talk. Hahaha, in the dream, I was piggybacking her. We saw a busker and I gave him 5 whole dollars! lol. Just trying to impress her. But also in the dream itself, I realised my fear of her and I tried running away once. But for some unknown reason, I ran back.