A Strange Void

The in-between times are odd. There is excitement and depression and everything gets mixed up while the next adventure is still out on the horizon somewhere. A crazy subconscious has left for the time, but memories of strange journeys remain; what were they about, and what was the point? Would you be weirded out if I told you all you did in my dream was stand while I wandered around looking for something, and you disappeared every time we were about to have a conversation? Would it be stranger still if you were in my dream before we ever met? If there is meaning behind everything that happens in our lives, how come we only realize it afterwards?...