[ WP ] You possess the ability of persistent lucid dreaming . Accompanied by a strange man/woman , together you build a world you revisit every night . One day you see them at a coffee shop . You immediately recognize each other .

Recognition. 
 
 It was stark recognition staring back at me from shock-widened eyes. Eyes shot red with sleepy melancholy. Eyes bagged with solemn solitude. 
 
 Eyes mirroring my own recognition. 
 
 Of this man I knew so well, yet not at all. 
 
 My limerent obsession. 
 
 My imagined bedfellow. 
 
 Fretful nights of disturbed sleep - not waking, yet never truly resting - we worked together, side by side. Diligently. In silence. 
 
 We toiled to rip up the dusty floorboards of a cold, failed world. We planted trees, and ideas. We threw our need and love for this fresh new creation to each edge of the hazy horizon and brought vitality to our precious little garden. 
 
 Each morning, the dream all but faded as the grey smog of existence curled back over me. 
 
 Each morning I awoke unrested, and filled with a bitter-sweet longing for this man in my dream. 
 
 Each morning, his face was all that remained. His steadfast, determined expression. His unspoken love and encouragement. 
 
 And now he was here. More solid and real than anything is ever known. 
 
 He took a step towards me.
