Dreams

I had the most vivid dreams last night, and they were so sweet. I'd forgotten how full of verisimilitude (word of the day) dreams can be--how they can echo real emotion so that when you wake you forget for a minute that you have another life--your real life--and the dream was the lie. And the thing you'd learned to cherish in your dream wasn't yours, or didn't exist. And you're heartbroken for a second, then get up and brush your teeth.
I dreamed I wanted to have a baby and had decided on a timeline to procure one (the natural way). I loved someone I've loved before and he loved me. He visited me and I knew he loved me--but he had another life he could not abandon. So I cried, then cried some more. He cried too.
Another man enters--I agree to ex-patriate for him. My new skyline is beautiful--a city surrounded by mountains and green. I run across a skyscraper rooftop and bound into his arms. He gives me an emerald hatpin and kisses me.
And then there was the baby. Just flashes of a face, of a feeling before he comes. It was sweet. It was hard to lose even the dream of him. Of them both.