She is back in reality at school. “That was only a dream. A dream is not real.” She calmed herself while chanting it to forget the dream that she had. She has to move on with her life, so she must not remember it.
“Hey dear, what’s up?” Jean joined her at her table at the cafeteria while she was taking her lunch break.
“It’s still the same. But I don’t think this is good news, I met the face of the man in my dream yesterday. I have never seen his face in reality before, but he looks familiar. He told me in my dream that he was the little boy I met in the past. He grew up in my dream unbelievably.” She recited her dream so that Jean could help her in dealing with it.
“I guess, you’re crazy!” But Jean just reacted impulsively.
“No, I’m not. Just come to think of it. I thought you were a genius. How can you be slow-witted?” She thought Jean could have read her mind the moment she told her, but she couldn’t get her rationally.
“I got you now. Are you thinking, you’re going to find the man in your dream here in reality because he looks familiar to you? Are you out of your mind?” Finally, she read her thoughts.
“You and your strange dream behavior. I just can’t believe it. However, it can happen based on my study last night. It was a puzzle.” And now her friend is analyzing it.
“Pick up all the pieces from your dream so that you will remember all the things that were gone in your memory.” She is now my psychologist.
But Jean was right. Throughout her whole life, she kept on thinking about the boy in her dream, but she never even thought to find him in reality, though she knew his face.
Now that she concluded that she also had dreamt of the face of the boy in a grown-up man's figure, now is the time to search for the boy's face to find her lost memory.
Isn’t it so absurd? What if her mind just created him in her dream and he never existed?
But how can she forget an important incident in her life where she truly met that boy in the past?Were her dreams truly depicting her memory? Unless she got a trauma in her childhood days.“You aren’t thinking what I am thinking, are you? Cara, your childhood years were normal as my mother was so attentive to you.” Her best friend reads her mind again. She knew her friend. There is something that she can’t understand.
She thinks Jean is hiding something from her. What is it? She looked at her closely in her eye, yet she avoided her gaze. She wishes to ask her friend, but she chooses not to do it.
“You should forget your dream, Cara. It will make you go crazy if you insist that what happened in your dreams with that boy has truly existed.”
But Jean and her mother told her that the boy in her dream must be someone she had met in her childhood days, and that’s why she was dreaming of him.
So, it must be true that he lived in reality. However, Jean is now avoiding her solution to her problem. What’s gotten into her? Just a while ago, she was helping her to think that the boy in her dream was a piece of a puzzle in her memory.
She went home, contemplating the thing that she and her best friend talked about in the cafeteria.
She sat on the sofa in their living room and rested a bit to refresh her mood from tedious school activities.
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“Hi, Cara! You’re here again. Do you want to play with me for old-time sake? Do you remember this?” He greeted her strangely while doing the stuff of those children playing in a playground.
She is not any more childish. She told herself proudly. But seeing a grown man sitting in a seesaw looks adorable.
She thinks there’s no harm if she joins him. She went to him and sat on the other side of the seesaw.
He looked at her, smiling gorgeously. She felt her heat covering her entire face.
He pushed down on his bottom and began seesawing. She felt the fragrant fresh air kissing the flesh of her cheeks.
She feels so refreshed. Thanks to him, she forgot about her tiresome day.
“Are you happy? Before you leave, I will give you something.”
Huh? As if she can bring it to the outside world.
“What is it?” She just asked him while being attentive to him.
“It’s a secret. Later, you’ll know it.” Never mind. She thought so.
“Would you mind if I ask you some private questions even without knowing your name?” She asked him again contemplating in her back mind.
“Go on.” But he just replied merely like a keen child.
“Where do you live? Do you have a family? You know what, life is unfair even here in my dream. I can’t even know your name.” She eventually asked questions like a student complaining about her teacher’s terrible assignment. She waited for his answer observing his unpredictable atmosphere.
“Of course, everyone has a family but I live in this world. Life is just unpredictable, you know. I’ll tell you my name if you remember me.” She knew it, she couldn't foresee his kind.
"What did he mean by that? What he said to her is like a problem in math that she can’t even solve with her finger. He is unpredictable, not the life that he just said." She grumbled in her mind.
“You’re just making me think like a psycho. If you can’t tell me your name, I will give you a nickname.”
She looked into his eyes to read his mind, but she couldn’t understand his mysterious character.
She needs to do something, to get what she wants from him. She only needs to know his real deal. But he doesn’t even give her a single clue.
“Call me whatever you want. It’s alright with me.” His words are always brief and intriguing, and always leave a question mark gesture on her face.
“Next time, I will have a name for you.” She tried leaving him with a question on his face. She wants him to put his feet in her shoes, but she assumes he’s still adamant about making him realize what he did to her.
She suddenly woke up from a dream, with the thing he unexpectedly gave to her.
It was something she could never forget in reality. She became speechless! Because it was a kiss!
She woke up feeling mesmerized. The feeling was genuine. It was more than just a thing. It was a memory that she couldn’t forget. Because the thing he just gave her before she left was a strange passionate kiss. She caught his face, questioning her. Then he walked closer to her. She felt his hand reached her face. She closed her eyes when she saw his face nearing closer to her. Then she felt his lips touching the tip of her nose, and a little later, his lips went down her lips like a lion devouring his meat. He paused and whispered in her ear. “This is the thing I wanted to give you before you leave. Remember me and I will live in your heart forever.” She still remembers every second that happened to her earlier in her dream. She thought she couldn’t bring the thing into the real world but when she came to think of it, it was like it happened in reality that it can’t erase in her memory even though she had to wake up from the strangest dream she had. She went back to the couch that
“This is for you. I want to give you chocolate because you are the only one who enjoys playing with me.” A boy said and gave her a piece of chocolate candy. He has a sweet smile and a boyish look. She kissed him on his cheek and returned him the sweetest smile. She again remembered this moment in her childhood dream. When she thinks about it. It was just a nice dream. But why did she think of it as if it happened and why did her parents make a big deal out of it just because she had tantrums and bullied her nanny? She doesn’t understand the whole thing that happened in her childhood days. She had this feeling that there was something in her past that her parents and her doctor did not tell her. “You said the dream I had is peculiar from the other cases you were studying. What do you mean by that?” “Yes, it is. The boy in your childhood dream had a clear picture, as well as the man in your present dream. It’s somewhat unusual because your mind remembers clear pictures of your drea
“Where are we going, Mister?” She asked him when she noticed their way to nowhere. “So you decided to call me Mister, huh?” He ignored her question and just reacted like he remembered the last time she said to him about giving him a nickname. “Nope! Answer my question first, “Where are we going?” She again repeated her question while ignoring his statement. “I’m calling you Mister because you are so mysterious to even have a nickname. So, why bother?” But she still explained her undefined reason for the sake of his hypnotizing charm even though she feel unsatisfied with him. “We’re here.” He just smiled sweetly and ignored her annoyed expression. They stopped walking suddenly. She looked around the place and was amazed by nature's beauty. This place is just a paradise. She didn’t notice it at first because her eyes were staring at the man who had been holding her hand. “Where are we?” she asked again, but to herself only with a curious reaction. She explored herself in the place
“Hey, what are you staring at? Do I have something funny on my face?” She asked him when she noticed him staring at her face while smiling. “Did I tell you that, you’re so pretty? Um, I was just adoring your pretty face earlier. I was into you the first time I met you and until now, honestly.” He said straightforwardly, like a genuine man that knows how to flatter a woman. “I want to believe it, but you are just a dream. But thanks, anyway.” She felt kind of sad that she knows that this is not the reality. She is just only dreaming. “This is not a typical dream of yours, Cara. I’m really in your heart.” He said as he read her thoughts. She stared at him blankly and thinks again. She wants to be with him longer than she thinks about it and doesn’t want to wake up anymore. “Wake up and find me.” She suddenly stopped thinking and looked at him curiously as he replied in her thoughts again. Still not talking to him nor reacting to his words, she continued thinking. She stared away fro
She arrived at school and headed to her locker. She brought the flower that the little girl gave her. “That pretty flower might wilt if you put it inside your locker.” The guy who was wearing a cap and ripped jeans the other day, and now leaning beside her locker with his cap covering his face again had suddenly talked to her again with his nosy tongue. But when she’s about to react, he walked away fast before she gets to see his face. “Was he really the guy from last time?” She asked herself thinking twice as she thinks she remembers, he is the guy who offered her his cap when she was half asleep in the classroom. He’s still weird, she thought, he will see him again in her class today. She will surely see his face clearly later. She suddenly thought, what’s wrong with her? Those guys she had met around are all weird. The guy in her dream, Mr. Smith, and this guy earlier are all weird. Well, she’s still not meeting Mr. Smith, but he’s also a guy who’s messing her with his lette
He is the man in her thoughts? Is it possible or not? Crazily thinking, why would she dream of him? He just remembered the very first time she saw her at the park when one strange little girl convinced him to buy a flower for her. “Hey buddy, aren’t you asleep, or are you making wet dreams?” His roommate George woke him up from his senses. He grabbed his pillow and threw it directly into his roommate’s half-moon face to shut his mouth. “No, I’m just calculating my allowance for this month. You know, sort of need to budget my so great expenses.” He lied. Never in his mind to make a lot of expenses, he is a thrifty guy. He just made an excuse to fill his little green mind. Back to his wet dreams, he means girl dreams, he’s still thinking of the girl from the park. He just learned and had met her first in her class. He offered his cap to that girl when the last time he was seated in one Chemistry Class. He was bored and sleepy that day when he fell asleep in that classroom. And whe
Fuck! Where the hell he went? He pulled over his car as he went back to the university to find his little pet. When he found out where he was, he is already in the arms of someone. He was about to get him, but he realized it was she who held him in her arms while caressing his soft brown fur. This is not yet the time to show her his face. He stepped back and return to his car. He finally felt reassured. Chippy is in good hands. She will take care of him. However, he feels worried she can’t handle the naughtiness of his pet. ………. She heard a squeaky noise behind her car when she arrived at the parking lot. She suddenly flinched as she felt astounded while she was being paranoid at the thought of a stalker following her pace behind her back. When she was about to run back inside the building, she catches a little brown-colored poodle with his big hazelnut eyes in front of her licking her toes a
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