I had a great dream. Seriously. It wasn't weird or a nightmare.
I dreamt that I was talking to John's father (in person), and John came in to the house (I guess we were at his father's house), and I ran to John and he picked me up and hugged me and kissed me and I wrapped my legs around him to keep him close to me and it was beautiful and I woke up crying, but for the first time in my life that I have woken up crying, it was not because I had had a brutal nightmare or a dream that broke my heart all over again, it was because it was the dream was so beautiful it made waking up an amazing experience.
