The girl of my dreams 1
I awoke with a start and sat bolt upright, my heart racing and a lump in my throat. I cussed out loud and lifted my shirt to wipe the dripping sweat from my face. I had been dreaming. Dreaming of a girl I had not yet met but hoped one day I would. The dream had started in a place that I imagined could have been a high school reunion, but dreams are often hazy and people social, work and family groups often cross over resulting in unusual combinations of people in sometimes obscure...