I have a lot of dreams.
Weird dreams.
Not ones that take place in the supermarket and the can I'm looking at is for fish children.
Oh no.
It's like I'm in a different life from a different universe.
I think that's why I believe my body is sleeping but my spirit goes to a different dimension.
I was packing because I was visiting a home, and it was time to leave. There was a boy there around my age who was getting on my nerves, and I knew I had to talk to him before I left. When I got to his room to get my bag (I was staying in his room seeing as there were two beds, three actually, but I'll get to that) and he was sitting on his bed reading.
When I opened the doors his eyes flicked up and went back to his book. I said meekly that I came to finish packing. He didn't respond until I started packing.
"Do things ever confuse you?" He put the book down.
"Yes, all the time, really." I was unzipping my bag to put in clothes.
"Aiya, what if something were to happen? Whether you're on the streets or not... or, here's a better example," He scooted closer to me, "If I were to kiss something, someone, or you, what would happen?" His face was getting closer and he repeated himself, "If I were to kiss something, someone or you..." My eyes were fluttering shut and dammit! I couldn't open them! I wanted to see this! Why can't I open them! I felt his breath get closer and my opened slightly enough to see his lips. I felt a soft, beautiful pressure on my cheeks, and after a moment he pulled away.
I was almost disappointed he didn't kiss my mouth, but I was so wonder-stuck I still. Couldn't. Open. My. Eyes. I was getting embarrassed. Finally I got them open and he was smiling at me.
The scene switched to us laying in bed (No, we didn't do anything, I knew that much) We were simply holding each other, sometimes kissing. But I knew I had to pack. So I told him that, and began to get up.
He asked if I had to.
"Aiya, please."
But I tilted my head and said, "When I'm done we don't have to stress about anything."
Now, I know I said my dreams get weird, and this doesn't sound weird. It sounds normal. This isn't. First off, I can't speak to guys I like. I feel like I'm annoying them, so I wait for them to talk to me- which is sometimes. Second, we haven't got to the weird part.
Suddenly there were bangs on the door, and he jumped out of bed in a fury, panic swept through me as I got so very confused as to what was happening. Two ghost girls appeared (I knew they were dead because I just knew) and hugged me. The scene changed to a train. We were all in a train, and the man banging at the door (I knew he was a man because he was banging on glass doors) was still trying to get in.
There were a lot of us now; me, the boy, the two ghost girls (Who lived in the bedroom with their brother before they died of a sickness, again, I just knew this) as well as a few of my family members and closest, oldest friends.
The boy gave us this tube and told us to put it on our teeth.
Ha. Ha. We did it without second thought.
The man was still banging, oh gosh it was scary and intense and crazy.
When we put the paste on our teeth, the green paste made our teeth- guess which colour-- Green!
We were all so confused, and the train wasn't moving but we knew we would get to our destination.
The boy who kissed me pulled me off to the side and I asked, "What's going on (I said his name, but it blurred out in the dream.)?"
He hugged me and said, "Magic and Natural power go against one another."
And then I looked at the man on the opposite side of the glass door holding a laser pen, trying to get in. And it was melting through the glass.
Ohhhh. It made sense now. The boy had some kind of power (Probably intense charisma, but I never find out) and the man uses magic! And they're enemies!
The dream ends with the boy giving us new tubes of paste to make our teeth white again, but the colour is bright, glowing white-- like when Ross bleaches his teeth.
If you've been on my blog before, you know my name is Emily. In dreams I've never told my name to anyone, and it felt like it was me. But in this dream, I not only told him my name, but I said my name was Maiya. Not only was that weird, but I was given a nickname in it-- Aiya.
This is the real reason I wanted to write down this dream, because this has never happened to me before with my memory. I thought it was incredible.
Thanks for reading, you lovely soul,
-Emily
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