Are you real, my love?

Hi. I had a dream when I was 13 about this ly hansnom boy (He's 15) And, well, It bothers me that I've never seen him before, I felt in love when I dreamt it. Anyway, here it gose;
I was getting dressed in a hallway of our old church. Two of my old friends and I were dressing up in thick party dresses. One of my friends had on a thick red glittery dress, the other had blue. I wore silver. As I sliped on the tight spegatie straps of the dress, I
saw a boy walking past the door way. He hesitated, as did I, and he wore my brothers white and blue striped suirt, and cakeys. He smiled at me, shook his head in embarsment, and walked out of sight. I bided my friend by, and apeared without the dress-I now wore long-sleaved black suirt, and blue jeans. I ran to him; and saw him talking to my brother. My brother now wore his own suirt, and my "unknow friend" wore a green suirt. I shyly went over, and placed my fingers gently on his shoulder. He turned, faceing he. Then he grabed me, pulling me in his arms, and french-kissed me. (I have never had a first kiss!)

I walked along the pews of the old church, my "unknown friend" was sighing unherd lyrics of a song. He and his four-crew band jamed on guitars, thou unherd, the poeple in the pews song wordlessly, claping their hands in a rymeth. I walked to my friend, pressing myself against the fan-wall. Then my mom screamed in rage. I looked, (seeing everything,) I watched myself run from my mom, people claped their hands in song. I triped, and slowing began to wake up, I saw only blackness....Then, I herd my "unknown friend" say my name, telling that I could make it. His voice,(O' his sweet voice!) strengthened me, and I got up and ran. Then, my mom threw a large frizbe. It was ten-times larger then usaly, and blue on the out side, white near the middle, and in the middle was a red star. I dramaticly jumped on stage in slow-mo, kicking the frizbe away. The unherd music stoped, my "unknown friend" had brown eyes, wich shown in the dimming light. He wore, now, blue jeans and a brown suirt. He smiled, I chuckled in ish way. Then we kissed, falling backwards.

I woke up and began crying. I became upsessed. I named him Ryan, and tryed to call him in the dreams that I could "control", nothing worked....

Am I being stupid? Or is he real, and I'm sufering heart-brake?
PLEASE HELP ME!!