Deeaming....again

     The room is dark, my eyes are adjusting, I hate this. I can still see him. Have I told you about Tigan yet? No I don't think I have.
     This dream, my heart is still pounding. There was a large crowd of people, yet they had no faces, just blank pieces of flesh. That isn't so strange, I tend to see people that way in reality as well. There was a mix of smoke and lights, senseless chatter in the background, someone was laughing a loud obnoxious laugh. I caught a glimpse of him, Tigan, my heart ached and I swear stopped for a moment. His pale skin, his dark hair, he was smiling that beautiful torturous smile. I knew it wasn't for me.
     I was trying to walk towards him, one of the faceless passes in front of me and I quickly dart around them. He was gone. My heart sank in disappointment. I felt this urgency, I had to find him. The smoke in the room grew thicker and I felt as if I would suffocate. I find a door and anxiously push my way through. Stepping outside I could feel the bitter cold. I remember thinking to myself, "I wonder if I'm sleepwalking again.". I tend to do that and my dreams reflect what atmosphere I'm in at the time.
     I catch sight of him again. He is almost impossible to miss, that skin, guiding me as if it were moonlight. Walking towards him I can feel my legs trembling. I tell myself "Stay steady.". I begin to notice as I'm walking, he is not getting any closer, my legs are moving but carrying me nowhere. I begin to feel too exhausted to move.
     The night air was getting colder, painfully cold, I close my eyes to take a deep breath and .......here I am. I picked up my phone to check the time. The screen lights up and hurts my eyes as it snaps me into reality. The time is 3 A.M and it appears I have no messages or missed calls. Why would I? I tossed my phone on the bed and began to write this to you, whoever you are, please stay with me.