This is getting too weird. It’s been, what, about a month, and I’ve been meeting my dream girl almost every time I go to sleep. She said her name’s not Sandy, but she won’t tell me what it is, so whatever.

Even though I know they’re just dreams, they’re so incredibly vivid, it’s… I don’t know, I just can’t help but enjoy spending time with her. That’s not just ridiculous, it’s pathetic.

I’ve got to stop doing this. If I keep it up, pretty soon I’m not even going to be interested in real girls any more. I’ve already stopped painting because the places she takes me are like visiting the places I’ve been trying to paint all these years.

No, I’ve made up my mind. Tonight is the last time. From now on I’m going to stop living in my dreams and start living in real life. No more “maybes” or “next times”, now.

I actually did it, too. I asked that girl from accounting out for coffee today. Might have been easier if she hadn’t said yes, but I keep reminding myself it’s a good thing that she did. Just kind of scary. Tomorrow is the big day where I start living for real.

The only thing left to do is forget about this fantasy girl in my dreams.