I can feel it coming in the air...

You know exactly what I'm talking about: the little knot of excitement
that runs the marathon from gut to throat as you fire up the CPU.
You're a fool, as I am. You can't help but rush through the
pedestrian traffic. The unsolicited offers, the so-called comedic
forwards, the deluge of trivia. This is dangerous and flush with
promise of ruin and riot, but you know, as I do, that a kindred spirit
waits on the other end.

I have to warn you, I'm notoriously easy to seduce. I am drunk on
possibilities, and none too careful.

There was a field and a hill and a moon. The sounds of a party
drifted away into the night until all the noise and light was gathered
up into the round face in the black tarp of the sky. Before they knew
it, they were lying on their backs, and the world was wind and stars,
wind and stars.

Yours is a terrific dream, one well worth having. Since I met you the
other night, I have been in a stuttering half-dream... Am I cRaZy?
What force beyond power has caught hold of me and lifted me to such a
precarious place?

I am dreaming, but where will I be when I wake up?