I saw you again last night, but it was only a dream. Everything is a dream about you. Why couldn''t I have just dreamt everything? The first day we met? The first real talk we had? The first hug we shared? The first kiss we had? The presents that you gave me? All the trouble we got into.... You, to court and then to jail Me, in trouble with my parents and the police. Why did all of it have to be real and not just a big dream?