[ 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 .

Seeing her in the coffee shop had changed nothing for me and as I had done a thousand times before I did again. 
 
 Sliding slowly into sleep I drew the reality we had been painstakingly building around me and called for her – but there was nothing. 
 
 In all of the nights, in all of our forms, this had never happened before. Sometimes I would only get the frenetic buzz of an awake mind, unable to touch this world, but never before just silence. 
 
 Worried beyond all reason I willed my dream self to one of her favorite creations, a statue that she had been painstakingly imagining, inch by inch, in order to make every tiny bit of it ’ s surface perfect. She called it her tribute to immortality, a vision of herself in her youth and at the height of her strength and beauty. 
 
 I breathed a quick sigh of relief as I saw that the statue was still there. We did not know for sure, but we believed that any creations by the other would vanish when they passed on. Both of us dreaded the day when this happened and we were left alone with half of a world. The statue marked the border where my creations gave way to hers and where my simple grounded style gave way to the floating lines and colors of her imagination. 
 
 Normally the statue was surrounded by lights, imagined versions of fireflies and twinkling stars but tonight everything was quiet and still. As I entered the clearing I reached out to her again but there was nothing save a faint echo coming from the statue in front of me. 
 
 Walking around the statue I noticed a small podest, that I had never seen before. A small notebook lay open on its stone surface. Afraid yet curious I looked at the open page and read what was written there. 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry my love for what I have done to you and that I couldn ’ t say goodbye in person. I knew my time was coming to an end and when I saw you today in the coffee shop I knew that tonight was the night and that I was finally ready to move on. As one last gift I have tried to dream enough of my spirit into this statue to keep the structure of our world together intact. I do this with all of my love.'' 
 
 Barely able to read the last words through the tears in my eyes I screamed. The wind started to rise as it reflected my emotion. Unwilling to do any damage here I began to will myself away but stopped as I heard a small child ’ s voice behind me. 
 
 “ Hey mister, where am I? ” 

