I love dreams. When I dream, I’m a superhero, or a supernatural being, or I’m approached by and loved by cute men. I cuddle, kiss, make love, all the things I’m missing from my life. And then I wake up and the world is lonely and I have responsibilities and stresses and my back is sore and I’m nervous about my new promotion and it’s just all not what I want. I wish I could dream forever, just close my eyes and be in this world where I feel loved and nothing hurts.