Sorry, this one isn't a dream. It was drawn from the depression I get after a dance. . .

I sat in the woods, trying not to cry. I drew a long shuddering breath and knew I couldn't hold back any more. I cried silently, wishing for nothing more than to have sleep overcome me. . .to release me from my depression, if only until dawn. I wished. . .for some way to lessen the pain. . . My wish passed into reality. I saw him kneeling in front of me, his eyes meeting mine. It seemed as though time itself had frozen, then, one single tear slipped down my cheek. He wrapped his arms around me and I broke down in his arms. I had no control over my tears, so he held me, as if he'd never let go. As I thought of this, I cried even harder, my body shaking with sobs. Slowly I started to stop crying. . . I felt a little better. The feeling of having another body in your arms. . .he knew how I felt. . . I loved him for that. Yet he still held me, through the night, until I finally slept, still in his arms.

*sad sigh* how can people be so mean that I write this. . . Oh, I just realized, if these seem really depressive-like, sorry, depression is usually what provokes these dreams.