I saw you in my dreams last night.
I can't fully remember what they were about. They were vague, but they weren't dreamlike. My dreams with you in them are always different than my other dreams. They're real.
Maybe it's because we haven't talked in years, maybe it's the fact that I've never been in the same room as you that makes the distant haze of dreams feel like reality. But they're always so real. They're vivid. I never know I'm dreaming when I'm dreaming about you.
In the first dream our families were visiting each other. I was in your house. You showed me your room. Nothing felt out of place, but I remember the distinct feeling of relief wash over me.
In the second dream it was just me and you. We were in the city, but it wasn't sick and rotting from the inside out like I remember you describing it all those years ago. The city was black. Rainbow LEDs were on every building. Even though it was pitch black it was bright. People were on every corner making art or talking. We ran. You had something to show me. You had a look in your eye. You looked like it was Halloween.
we dashed through narrow alleyways. You were pulling me along by the hand. We were both so excited we couldn't stop laughing. I never got to know what you wanted to show me. I woke up.
I was confused at first. I was looking for you. Not for long, just for a split second. The realization dawned on me. I tried to fall back asleep and get back into the dream. I thought thay maybe if I reached dream you, the real you would be able to receive a message. Thinking back on it, I have no idea what I would have said. It doesn't matter, it didn't work.
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