In my dreams, there is someone I can communicate with -- not just in the sense of talking, although that's certainly a part of it -- but more than that, in the subtle glances and gestures that fill a room when there are two people who truly have the ability to read each other.

I dream of someone whose sheer intelligence and creativity overwhelm me; someone who knows, someone who understands. Someone who isn't afraid to tell me that the last story I wrote is a complete piece of crap, and why.

I dream of someone who lives and breathes "you and me against the world" and sees the meaning underneath the cliche.

I dream of someone who accepts my peculiarities -- someone who understands that "I love you" and "I need to change you" are two entirely different things.

I dream of someone who challenges and stimulates my mind as much, if not more, than I do hers.

I dream of someone who lives for herself, for her own identity, who chooses not to live her life as an adjunct, but as who she is, and who she works on becoming -- and who allows me to assist in the process.

I dream of the one who sees that life is fragile and fleeting and so very finite, who doesn't feel the need to waste time on things like religion and politics; those are just methodologies for flawed people to control the behaviors and lives of other flawed people.

I dream of the one who sees me, who knows me, who readily admits that I'm a difficult project, but who chooses to stick around anyway....

I wish I was choking on someting!

It must be that dreamsicle again!

I must behave myself....

You behave?! Yeah right.

That's what I was thinking!

HUGE 401K!

How huge?