I fell in love with a dream construct last night. He was a southern boy with reddish hair. His name was Hickory. I've been told you cannot dream about a face you have never seen, but I have never seen that face before. Not initially attractive but handsome in a wise-beyond-his-years way. I hated to part from him and I was fairly upset when I woke up. I wonder what my brain is trying to tell me with that one.