My first truly obsessive crush (as opposed to "liking" boys because that's what my friends did) was the result of a h/c dream - couldn't stop thinking about the guy after playing Florence Nightingale to him in a dream. (Ironically, he actually broke his leg a year later, but because we weren't friends, there wasn't any interaction on that or any other level. *sigh*)

Miss you too, sweetheart! *hugs back*