Ok. This was getting serious.
She had dreamed about him every night for two weeks. Weird.
Not that she wanted the dreams to stop, or anything. They were lovely.
But there was a problem! Who was this guy?!
She had learned in her psychology class at school that it is impossible for one to dream of someone the have never seen. She had seen this guy.
She had made it her mission for about a week and a half to look into every guy's face at her school, at the store, in her neighborhood, and everyone she drove or bicycled by to see if any were the boy she so treasure in her subconscious, but to no avail.
So without coming to any conclusions, she once again dozed off into sleep.