I had a dream. My brother to my right, a girl to my left. I put my arms on the couch behind both and she put hers around me. I did something crazy and she smiled. It all begins to fade, but I remember her leaning close and saying, "I love you;" and I remember hoping that's what she would say. She was a beautiful image, with no face or manifest. She was somehow cunning beyond the obvious. I remember not recognizing her, but I knew her. She was there as she always had been but I cannot see her now. It was a good feeling. A fun, warming experience. It may just have been a dream, but part of me hopes it was something more. Perhaps, a window into the future, not just a collection of random thoughts as they flew through my feverish head. I would go to the end of the world for her, but I remember not having to ...