You know how everyone has dreams? Wonderful, bizarre dreams that you enjoy but then forget about?

I have those, too… but sometimes, it feels like they're not dreams. They feel too vivid to be dreams.

They feel more like memories.

Memories focused around one particular man – the best man in the universe.

I don't mean that in the romantic sense, I'm a married woman!

But, I still feel like I should know him. That I should be with him. Travelling forever.

Then, when I wake up, I feel impossibly sad. But I never know why.

They're just dreams, aren't they?