Saturday, 12pm, Hallucinations.

I didn't go to bed at all yesterday. So no dream, no guy, no nothing.

But at 7 in the morning I fell asleep, not being able to stand it anymore.

It wasn't a deep sleep. I could feel myself tossing and turning even when I saw him again.

Today he was a little boy, playing with two cars - one red, one yellow. He kept crashing them together. As usual, I'm invisible to him, but I sit on the marble floor anyway.

"Broom brooooom, beep beep!" he kept repeating.

Just like the way he keeps on popping in my dreams.

I am beginning to think that maybe... well, just MAYBE... he's a real life guy and I'm dreaming of him and thus that makes him my 'dream guy'.

Okay even that is too mushy. I am cringing at my own thoughts.

But if he isn't real, then... am I hallucinating?

So anyway, I wake myself up with a jerk - I literally jumped up - a few minutes ago.

He's too cute to be a hallucination - oh gosh I am falling in love with a guy that I most probably created in my mind that I ardently am trying to bluff to myself that he is real and not fake and...

Why I am having this conversation with myself?

I am insane. Completely insane.