I woke up a little saddened by my dream this morning.

I have a couple prefaces to this entry to point out ironic findings and also to preserve abiguity.
Preface 1: I'm a contractor listed on angie's list so of course I get spammed and the latest email was valentimes themed. It said "mending a broken heart?" which is ironic because it was an add to find a good cardiologist which I don't need nor do I have a broken heart in the traditional sense of the idiom. None the less I was in fact nearly heart broken because of this dream, and the timing of this spam, I felt, was apt.
Preface 2 (to preserve ambiguity): I am a very visual person. My memory works like watching a video. I can see events very clearly in my mind, it's not photographic though because I can't sit down and memorize a book, it's filmographic and plays like a video. So my dreams are extremely vivid and I almost always remember them and everyone I've met in my life shows up in them. Last night my high school quarterback was there with a few people I met at college in class a couple of semesters ago and they knew each other, so there you go.
Also last night another friend showed up in my dream. This was the second time she's showed up in my dreams (don't worry it was all clean). What's wierd is the first time she showed up in my dream I hadn't met her in real life yet but it was her and this time our meeting carried the complications of our real life relationship. As we were walking my high school quarterback shot me a text and then I looked back and was holding hands with my friend. Then I woke up. I was saddened by two reminders. One was that I fooled myself into thinking that I'm saddened about not being in a relationship right now and the other is the sad realization that dreams do not come true.
Postface (do those exist?): I'm just friends with this girl and don't have intentions of trying to pursue anything if thats what you're thinking, dreams mess with your subconscious more than your subconscious messing with your dreams in my opinion, but if you are reading this and you think its you, it probly isn't. I would have tagged you duh. Besides I had over seven different high school quarterbacks, it could have been any of them and how many friends that are girls do I have? Miles! (thats the spanish word for thousands, not my little brother, he spells it with a "y"). I have a mercucio view of dreams, you know queen Moab.