Derek and I were at the Boardwalk in Ocean City, MD.  We were walking up and down the boardwalk, his warm hand in my cool one, and we talked about anything that crossed our minds.  
After some park rides, the dream suddenly turned into a high-quality experience, as if someone had flipped a switch, and I was no longer dreaming, and was back in my favorite place with my favorite person.
I said, "I want to take you somewhere."  I looked up at him, my five-foot-three stature looking up into the hazel eyes of his six-foot-one frame.  The slight breeze moved his hair, and gently rustled his shirt.
He replied, "There's nowhere around for miles."  His voice resonated within me like it always did when he spoke, hitting all the right places in my mind and harmonizing with everything around, making the dream so vivid.  I watched his lips form the words coming from his mouth.  I could see their texture, smooth, but firm; pliable, but purposeful.
"No, on the Boardwalk," I said, humor gracing my words.  I smiled.
I felt the breeze on me, and noticed it had turned colder than the pleasant crisp it had been. Such was the weather when the sun went down up north.
I looked up.  The sky was painted with yellows, purples, greys, and peaches with stormclouds blanketing the atmosphere above us.
As i brought my eyes back down and onto Derek's, we hugged.  I kissed his neck, just above where his collarbones met the tendons of his throat.   That exact moment was so real, so tangible.  I could feel the texture of his grey t-shirtn and of his soft, firm skin against mine.   I could smell Old Spice's Aqua Reef lightly in the salty air blowing off the Atlantic that was just to my left.  It's melodic, low roar was pristinely accurate.  I could feel my lover's pulse slightly with my lips, feel his chest move against mine as he took each breath, feel his heat coming from his body radiating into my less-than-warm flesh.   I could feel, smell, see, and hear everything that the Boardwalk buzzed with.  The tremble of the boards under my Converses as the tram passed us by.  The varied cries of the seagulls and the ambient conversations of the people. The sound of fabric cracking against the wind from the Kite Loft's kite displays.  The smell of Thrasher's french fries and of Fisher's caramel corn and of sand and sunblock from passersby, even the distant but impending rain.  Every sensation unique to the Boardwalk and to Derek, I could experience.  That was by far the most perfect moment I had ever experienced, in both dream and in reality.  
The glorious moment ended as my phone alarm went off, reminding me to take my pill, and to wake up to face the world without my love.  A deceiving half-second of quiet and calm passed befor I realized that my memory was a dream, and that Derek and I had ended our intimate relationship four days previous to that morning.  My heart went from elated to shattered once again, and I couldn't prevent a few quiet tears from slipping from my eyes and down the sides of my face, where they ended their short journey at my pillow.  I took a breath, and got out of bed to turn off my phone and face the world again.