Together

I only remember the part of the dream about him. The dream was actually incredibly long; my first thought upon waking was realizing that the ratio of the content about him to the rest of the dream was something like 1:3.\n\nIn the dream, he and I were together. I worked, and he went to school, though there were never any scenes of me working. It was as if I just left the house and then came back having finished work. Absolutely everything happened at home. In the dream, I was also in the military, holding a minor officer rank, and he had gotten into that school. The two of us shared a rented apartment, splitting the rent fifty-fifty.\nIn the dream, we would chat together, lean against each other playing video games. He would keep me company while I worked at home, and I would keep him company in the study while he wrote his papers. Sometimes I would work very late and he wouldn't say anything; he would just wait for me at home.\n(Thinking about it now, he was so domestic in the dream.)\nHe and I would sleep in the same bed (there was no erotic content in the dream; the most intimate physical contact was hugging). My memory of the parts in bed isn't that deep, probably because I wasn't interested in that.\n\nIn the dream, he was very considerate of me. We were always texting. I would tell him my whereabouts at all times and was always taking pictures to send to him. Naturally, he did the same.\n\nDreams are always so perfect, so beautiful that they make you want to lose yourself in them. But I know it's fake. I don't really know him, nor should I harbor any superfluous expectations. That creates a silent pressure and would ruin my impression of him. If it's fake, let it be fake. At least I had a dream where I experienced this kind of relationship.