We're in a really romantic restaurant; candles, cutlery, the works. Her long, silky, gingery-brown hair hangs over her face. I ask will she move it as I'm sure she has beautiful eyes, one emerald green and one purple. She obliges but, to my utter confusion, it's my own face staring back at me. I stand up and try to demand an explanation but all my teeth fall out. I look down and see that I am completely naked, then look around and see that all of the restaurant patrons are bullies and horrible teachers from my past. 'I'm a grower, not a shower' I plead, but they don't hear me because I have no teeth and the room is spinning faster and faster as the mocking laughter echoes louder and louder. I am left in total darkness, save for a small light miles in the distance. I run toward it, aware that I am being pursued, but by what I don't know. I don't dare to look back, all I know is that I have to reach that light. I'm getting nowhere and whatever is chasing me is right on my tail, about to catch up. I don't know why, but I know I have to leap to reach the light. I almost reach it but fall through the void below for what feels like an eternity until I wake with a start. Beside me is the love of my life, she asks what is wrong. I tell her it was just a bad dream. She asks was she in it. I say 'Why do you always have to make everything about you?' She calls me a prick and goes back to sleep.