Again.

Another stupid dream. Why does he always have to be in them? I hate so much to wake up and realize he really didn't just smile at me. To realize that we weren't that close, and he's not that sober. Almost every single night this summer, he's somehow been twisted into my dreams, but we're always with a group of people. And I can never get through the crowd to him. He sees me, because he smiles, or waves, or laughs, or winks, or tosses something at me. But I can never get close to him. Not close enough to touch him, or talk to him. Why?