I dreamt of her again last night, for the multiple-dozenth time in the past several weeks. I don't know why she is in my dreams so much lately, but there she is, night after night. Not that I complain. At least not until I awaken.

Last night's was particularly vivid. I was in Chicago for reasons which made perfect sense in the dream but do not presently occur to me (which is just as well - they'd surely be gibberish), in a hotel room on the sixteenth floor of an immense tower hotel. Despite being at such a relatively low level, the view was more like I was on the fiftieth floor. And no doubt failed to resemble Chicago in even the smallest detail.

I do not remember much of the events of the dream. I recall running through the building, frantically negotiating its unspeakably byzantine corridors and the bizarre sights to be found therein in a desperate but fruitless effort to find her. As though she were somewhere in the building waiting for me or searching for me as well. But somehow we wound up together in the end, and as I lay next to her in bed, feeling her close to me with my arms wrapped around her... I awakened to find it was 5:30 in the morning. The dream was so vivid I was confused to wake up in my bed, in my room, and not in some hotel in Chicago. I could almost still feel her next to me.

Never in my life can I recall feeling so very much alone.