This was written by a good friend of mine.

To The Man of my Dreams,

Lately, I've been dreaming of you (I do not know how and why you keep popping into my head, but I'm not complaining! =D ). In my dreams, you became all the "dream guys" ever possibly imagined by girls like me. You were Prince Charming on Monday, a man in a tuxedo on Tuesday, a jock on Wednesday, a rocker on Thursday, a poet on Friday, and a man in pajamas on Saturday (yes, i dreamt of only you for the past week).
Though it was fun to see you in dreamland as those characters, I still would have preffered to dream about the real you. I would have loved to dream about the friend who never fails to put a smile on my face, the funnyman who always lets out his corny side just to make me laugh, the insensitive individual (sometimes lang. hehe) who makes me cry for several reasons, and most importantly: the boy who made me fall for him without doing anything at all.
If it were only possible to do so, I would have asked the dream-giver a long time ago to play the same dreams in my head over and over again. I would have requested to put my fondest memories of you in there, too. =)

I hope Mr. Sandman puts me to sleep early tonight. I can't wait to see you in my slumber. =)

Love, The Dreamer

P.S.
I got so caught up in writing that I forgot to ask how you were. As for me? I'm still waiting for the real you to read this letter. =)

Hay. I wish I had someone to write this to.

Egh... In my dreams.

I want to be here, there, and everywhere.