I had a
headache when I went to sleep. I was
distracting myself by cataloguing
types of hugs in my head. The characters in my
inner motion picture were, of course,
myself and
my boyfriend.
Usually my dreams about him are some random situation in which he is blowing me off. To be fair, I think this is more of a phobia than a legitimate situation.
Tonight, however, was different.
I dreamt that he hugged me in my sleep.
It was nice. I miss him. I'll be moving up to see him in 20 days, but I haven't seen him for three months.
This was the sweetest dream ever.