[ 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 .

The dream world. It was exactly how I wanted it. I built every stick of furniture in every home, I placed every brick, hung every curtain, paved every road, filled every ocean. I knew this place better than the real world. I built it all over these last 20 years. 
 
 My every thought was catalogued and stored for ease of access in the dream world. In the real world, I could barely remember the equations for my physics class. I was really a wreck, but in my dreams, I was master. I could never fashion people no matter how hard I tried, so imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon her. I did n't recognize the town. It was n't surprising and I simply chalked it up to one that I made a long time ago. I saw her in the city square gardening, planting flowers. I was usually a nervous disaster in the real world when I attempted to talk to a girl, but this was my world! Here I was master. I waltzed in like I owned the place, strutted right up to her and placed myself on a rock I just conjured. I was about to spout off some slick line when she said 
 `` That does n't go there.'' 
 A snarky personality. I rather like that. 
 `` Where should I put it?'' 
 `` I do n't care, but it does n't go there.'' she replied. 
 I looked around and the realization dawned on me. I had n't build anything in this place, it was all hers. Had I stumbled into someone else's dream or had she been here the whole time? I had built the continents and river valleys, but I did n't remember the grasses. I contemplated the structures that I remembered versus the ones I did n't. I had supposed that it had simply populated from my subconscious. But I noticed her signature on a lot of it. 
 She was dark haired, brown eyed, and short. Ridiculously short. Her buildings had a particular signature to them. A style that I could n't quite place. I knew the land, I recognized the hills surrounding this city, but this place was all her machination. 
 I erased the rock and sat down on the grass. Her grass. She gazed up from her work and smiled at me. The sun was setting behind her and I knew that was the queue for me to wake. 
 I groggily turned off my alarm, fell out of bed and into the shower. The snow glistened bright out on the cold lawn. I scraped my windshield while my truck warmed itself. I drove to the college parking lot smoking a cigarette. Another day in the labs. Another day teaching undergrads about how projectile motion works. This was the real world. Pale and muted compared to the world of my dreams, compared to her. I just could n't get her face out of my mind. Coffee. I needed coffee. 
 
 I stood in the short line and ordered my double latte. My punch card was full, so I got a nice discount. I sat down on one of the couches in the lounge, placed my note bag under the table and laid my cup on a short stack of crumpled magazines. 
 
 `` That does n't go there.'' 
 I looked up. She was standing in the window with the sun rising behind her. 
 
 `` Where should I put it?''
