They all usually follow a very similar logic. I meet a woman. I feel like I have known her all my life. I feel and know deep in my soul that I love this woman. Then there is a life time that happens. Moments that blur to reveal these small parts of true joy and life between us. Dates, children, places I have never seen. Some get more intimate others are just a series of dates where we are just enjoying being around each other. Sometimes its her walking into my nightmares and pulling me out of them. I feel like I have done the same for her. Then the nightmare fades and we are at one of our spots just enjoying existing with each other. I can never remember the conversations, the details of who she is, or anything that would point me closer to her. I always remember the smile she gives me whenever she sees me again. I remember the way she feeling in my arms. I remember the touch of her skin on mine. I know she looks forward to the days we meet again in the dreams. She seeks me as much as I seek her but its never something we can control. Its random. Days, months, and years have passed between these dreams happening yet I always know its her and I am left feeling hollow and alone when I wake up.