I fell asleep the other night and around 3am I woke up after I had a dream about my ex boyfriend from the summer of 2006. It was so real. I could see him, I could feel him, I can feel his presence. It's so weird. I hadn't thought about him the whole day before but yet I had a dream about him. so weird...How can a dream feel so real? Anyways when I woke up I heard the posters of my bedroom wall fall down one by one. It was super creepy. I swore they were taped up pretty good, and my windows are closed so no wind can possibly blow them off. It was so creepy. He's not dead or anything, (if anyone is thinking that). I guess my subconscious just really misses him so much. I know sometimes when I think about him from time to time, as well. Last night was just wicked. absolutely wicked. I know I never got to actually meet him in person, but I gotta say...he really meant something special to me.....even now.....even if I haven't talked to him in almost 2 years...he still means something to me.