The Obscenity of Dreams

Yes, dreams are utterly abhorrent!
It's precisely because of this abhorrence that so many of you and I remain alive today...
If this abhorrence of dreams didn't exist, then all those countless comings and goings between you and me would have vanished long ago, and finding the statistical accounts of it would have become impossible...
If this abhorrence of dreams didn't exist, then in the murmuring rain-drunk monsoon days, the lament of so many yous and mes unable to merge and become complete would remain countless...
If this abhorrence of dreams didn't exist, then how many mist-soaked dawns would lose themselves in the embrace-less void between so many yous and mes—even a fortune-teller couldn't know...
If this abhorrence of dreams didn't exist, then how many yous and mes would keep mistaking high-decibel noise for the echo of love—no scribe could even imagine...
If this abhorrence of dreams didn't exist, then so many yous and mes, despite being human, would indulge our emotions and become so absorbed in games of error that we'd forget to love at all—perhaps no one could even conceive of this...
If this abhorrence of dreams didn't exist, then even now in this twenty-first century, so many yous and mes wouldn't be enchanted by the question of who came close first—no one would know...
If this abhorrence of dreams didn't exist, then instead of being modern, how many mes wouldn't wait for letters from how many yous—asking for that count would be meaningless...
If this abhorrence of dreams didn't exist, then the mountain peaks of unspoken feelings between so many yous and mes would crumble to dust, and no one would even understand...
If this abhorrence of dreams didn't exist, then that innocent face of yours...just that face alone, which so effortlessly, without any medium, could fill a hundred sulking hearts of mine with the absence of sulking—perhaps that too would remain hidden from everyone...
If this abhorrence of dreams didn't exist, then at the door of the closed chamber, how many unauthorized entries between so many yous and mes would come knocking—truly, even so many yous would never know...