Dreams.

I remember when I was younger, not so long ago, when I would have marvelous dreams with friends, family, people from school, and later even work, that when I awoke, I would think Wow, that was wonderful. And I would think, just for a moment, that maybe, maybe those people who were in my dream were having the same dream.
The more I thought about it though, the more I realized that the thought was rather ridiculous. Impossible. I'm sure in mythology there was some god that would look over your dreams, but I don't think he has much time to roam around Joliet to pick up the same people for his ride. And the sandman? Well, he's busy 24/7, and I don't think he's that picky about the sand he uses for each individual.
It's been a while since I've had one of those thoughts after a dream. Where I wondered, wished that the people I was dreaming of were having the same dream. But last night... It was a wow moment. And for once in a very, very long time, I wished that the sandman was a little more careful with his sand.