The Dreaming Thinker

Not much of a poem. It's a dream i had last night, and I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Provocative in a sexual nature to some extent, but I just needed it out of my system.
 I had the weirdest, yet most electrifying/stimulating dream ever. It was so… passionate… exhilarating… but it was wrong at the same time. She was my friend… a close friend. What was that dream supposed to represent? What was it supposed to predict? After deeply thinking about it, I want it to happen and not to happen all at the same time. Would it be wrong if it would happen? If not, then what would make it right? It felt so amazing, so real… so realistic……… as if the boundaries of thoughts, dreams, and reality never existed in the first place. What now? I’ll just keep going forward towards my goals half expecting it to not happen while the other half does expect it. For now, I’ll keep walking…

P.S. i think i might love her...
P.S.S. whatever though.