#connected dreams

[heyitsmetonid]

I'm a Believer

24 Days of Gift-giving Prompts

Day 1: One True Pairing Moments

Prompt #7: Calling just to hear their voice.

Reading Time: ~2m 45s

Word Count: ~700

Note: OC is gender-neutral. Characters aren’t given names on purpose.

          “Aww, it’s so late,” I said, looking at the clock, which read 2am. “Never mind. I won’t do it. They’re probably asleep.”

          I lay back, attempting to get cozy in bed, but it seemed impossible. No position appears comfortable even though I was fast asleep a moment ago dreaming of them.

          Riding our bikes side by side through the neighborhood, we headed to my favorite ice cream parlor. Their bike was silver and gold, their favorite colors. Mine was purple and black, my favorite colors. Our hair blew in the wind as we raced to our destination.

          “We have to get there before it closes! I need my ice cream!” I yelled.

          “Don’t worry!” they said. “We’ll get there before they close.”

          The next thing I knew, they sprinted forward, picking up the pace and leaving me several feet behind.

          “Wait for me!” I hollered.

          “Come on, come on!” they hollered at me over their shoulder.

          I never caught up with them. They were moving too fast, but when I got to the ice cream parlor, they were already sitting inside waiting for me with two large bowls of ice cream.

          “Hey, you! You’ve finally made it,” they said. “Here, I’ve got your favorite. Brown sugar cookie dough … right?”

          The confidence they exuded, followed by the immediate hesitation, was just adorable. I couldn’t help but laugh.

          “Right,” I answered.

          “Well, have a seat and dig in. We’ve only got a few minutes.”

          “Okay,” I said, walking to the table, but the more I walked, the further and further the table became. I was so confused. I didn’t bike there for nothing. I wanted that ice cream so badly, and I wanted to spend time with that special person even more. So, I started running, but that didn’t help. Eventually, I could barely see them, but I could hear them calling after me in the distance.

          That’s when I woke up.

          Even though I didn’t consider it a nightmare, it still ended up being an unpleasant dream that made me long for the attention of a certain someone. But it was late, and I didn’t want to wake them. So, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, hoping I’d fall asleep eventually, when, surprisingly, my phone rang.

          “Hello?” I answered.

          “Hey,” said the one person I couldn’t get off my mind. “I know it’s late, but I just wanted to hear your voice. Wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

          I couldn’t count the number of times my heart did a flip! My cup overflowed with pure happiness.

          “Aww! Yeah, I’m okay. I was just thinking about you. Is everything okay?” I asked.

          “Yeah, everything is fine. It’s just …” they were silent for a moment before responding with, “I just had this strange dream about us. We were on our bikes on our way to get ice cream, but … it didn’t pan out the way I thought it would.”

          “Oh?” I was stunned. Was I actually hearing them correctly? Their dream sounded similar to mine.

          They continued, “You know, to rectify a terrible ending to a dream, I think we should meet up tomorrow and actually get ice cream – but I’m driving and will pick you up!”

          I giggled. “Yeah, that sounds great, and I agree. Picking me up and riding together in a car sounds better than you leaving me behind on a bike.”

          There was silence for a moment, and I thought they had fallen asleep on me.

          “Hello? You still there?” I asked.

          “Do you believe in soulmates?” they asked.

          I grinned from ear to ear. Before tonight, I don’t think I believed in soulmates. I don’t ever think the question was posed to me until now, but after tonight, I am a believer. A happy one at that.

Author’s Note: Sorry I’m posting this late! Didn’t see it until the wee hours of the night. Such a cute prompt, though! As soon as I saw it, I knew it was the one. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

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[somnolent-snufkin]

Lately, I've been having these connected dreams every night. They have been happening continuously every night since April 1st.

The first one started out like this:

I was sitting in the back of a clothing store, crying away over something. Then this girl who appears to be about 16, comes up to me and asks if I'm ok. She was kinda hot; she was rocking a butch lesbian look. I don't remember what I told her but I do remember that she drove me over to a fast food drive thru.

The next few dreams were similar except she's just going to stores with me. She was like a sugar daddy almost. She was pretty affectionate towards me as well. Nothing touchy. More like saying sweet things about me and doing loving things for me.

After the last two dreams, I started realizing it felt like I was either sharing a dream with someone or I am visiting another timeline through dreams.

If anyone put there is dreaming of driving around a city with this stupid bitch:

I think you're sharing a dream with me.

[theosghosts-blog]

Me encontré con un amigo.

Hace un par de días soñé que iba caminando en medio del bosque, la verdad es que no recuerdo que estaba buscando o hacia donde me dirigía, solo sé que en el camino me topé con un pequeño poblado. Apenas habían unas cuantas calles, todas ellas llenas de casas viejísimas, un restaurante de esos de las décadas de los 40′s que aparecen en las películas estadounidenses y un tipo de centro de usos múltiples en donde la gente se reunía a diario.

Un detalle que siento que tengo que destacar es que mis sueños siempre son sumamente nítidos, puedo recordar todo con lujo de detalle y por alguna extraña razón esta vez todo es borroso y apenas recuerdo algunas cosas, tanto así que hay varios puntos en el que no hay continuidad.

En fin, una vez que llegué al poblado se me acusó de algo, creo que le habían robado algo a alguien o algo similar y como yo era la foránea, naturalmente fui la principal (y al parecer la única sospechosa), gracias al cielo uno de los pobladores me conocía y me defendió, al parecer era el dueño del lugar o al menos era el hijo de alguien muy importante, gracias a él me libré de ese tipo de problemas; por alguna razón estábamos en el centro de usos múltiples, honestamente parecía más una bodega espaciosa que un lugar de eventos tal cual, sólo que sí contaba con algunas cuantas sillas plegables. 

Cuando salí del lugar lo primero que veo es que en los pinos adyacentes al pueblo había sangre, muchísima, como si hubieran tomado un bote lleno de ella y hubieran agarrado a brochazos los troncos; en las mismas manchas habían quemado tres símbolos, los cuales no recuerdo, los habían quemado, tal cual cuando marcan ganado para que no se pierda, así estaban en los árboles, no sé si fui la única que lo vi o si era una práctica normal en el pueblo.

Todo pasó muy rápido, la persona que me había ayudado estaba tratando de iniciar una conversación fuera del edificio, pero estaba concentrada en los árboles; de pronto, una mujer con una bata blanca, cabello negro blanco, la piel de color enfermizo y ojos grandes y negros apareció corriendo hacia mi mientras gritaba; por alguna razón el chico que me ha movido energéticamente apareció corriendo en ese momento, estaba escapando de ella y no recuerdo si yo escapé con él o si la persona que me había ayudado anteriormente me volvió a ayudar. Todo esto ocurrió durante el día.

De pronto, estaba en una casa que tenía más apariencia de bodega que vivienda, era antiquísima y había una gran cantidad de artilugios que no pude identificar, claro, muchos eran objetos normales para subsistir pero la gran mayoría no. Una señora de cabello completamente canoso y lentes nos había dado asilo; no sé en que momento me uní al chico, sin embargo sé que estaba en esa casa con él y la señora trataba de protegernos.

La señora comenzó a explicarnos algo pero la interrumpió el sonido de alguien tocando desesperadamente la puerta de madera enorme que estaba en la entrada principal, cuando abrió la puerta nos dijo que no temiéramos, porque nos dejaría muy bien protegidos, cerró la puerta con seguro y sólo se escucharon murmuros a través de las paredes. Estábamos muy tensos, queríamos que regresara pronto, sin embargo, algo dentro de mí dijo que no volvería; comenzó a poner lodo del lado exterior de las ventanas, todas las cubría completamente, nos dijo que así no nos vería y que nos mantendría a salvo. 

Eso es lo último que recuerdo del sueño.

Cuando desperté revisé el reloj y eran las 4:02AM, tenía la mandíbula tensa, de hecho hasta hoy en día apenas está empezando a disiparse el dolor, también recuerdo que estaba desesperada por despertar, cosa que en realidad nunca pasa, rara vez tengo miedo.

Ese mismo día un amigo me contó que había tenido una pesadilla horrible, tanto así que cuando despertó tuvo que encender las luces y así fue como volvió a quedarse dormido, le preguntó a sus padres y también habían tenido un sueño pesado. Cuando le pregunté que había soñado, básicamente me contó el “otro lado” del sueño, él era quien había tocado la puerta de la cabaña en donde me encontraba al final, y me contó que a él le tocó pelear contra el demonio o criatura que estaba en el sueño.

Honestamente no recuerdo muy bien los detalles y siento que algunas cositas pudieron haber sido omitidas o forzadas de alguna manera para que los sueños embonaran, sin embargo, se me hace muy curioso que toda la estructura del sueño en sí haya sido muy similar.

[melancholy-and-exhaustion]

I’ve come to realize some odd recently

All my dreams that take place in a mall, take place in the same made up mall.

To be clear this mall does not exist. But I’ve been to it on several occasions over the span of my entire life and my dream-self has a vague recollection of being there before.

I couldn’t draw it if I wanted to cause I haven’t explored every branch, and things do get added , but I hope to try one day.

Among the things that don’t change

It’s 5 levels

Level 5 is carpeted in a deep, rich red

Level 2 has white marble tile

Level 1 has hard wood floors

All the walls are white at the base but some are painted with murals

I usually visit different parts of the mall and what I’m doing varies with my dream’s plot but when I wake up I know it was the same mall.

[ichangedwithdreams]

56

December 24th (?), 2016

I dreamt my mother died. At December 26th, she got sick. For the second time that I remember.

[ichangedwithdreams]

55

November 2nd, 2016

i dreamt of my ex: there was an announcement of a natural disaster, and he was in a shop in my part of the city (which, at the moment, is closed for almost a decade). i saw him through a window, and he looked really tired. he wore an olive green fluffy jacket. it was sunny, and people were actually going outside and talking to each other. and there was a lot of radios turned on.

basically, it was like my childhood (minus the natural disaster part). but with an ex in it. lmao

[ichangedwithdreams]

54

December 3rd, 2016

details i remember:

- the world was ending - for some reason, i could melt small things with my mind - i knew the guy who wanted to help the people that were still alive, pass away painlessly - he organised parties, two of them; in a ship that looked like a tin can on the outside - the tin can thing had two parts: upper and lower. upper was on the left, and lower was on the right. in the upper part, was the DJ room, where they plugged themselves in an enormous machine; lower one was darker and people were mostly there, dancing with hypnotising lights pulsing in rhytm of bass. - one of DJs was a person I know IRL; second one was a thin, gaunt guy, that looked almost starved, but also had muscles, rocking a fire red mohawk, iridescent glasses, a black vest, with nothing under it, and baggy black jeans. - the friend showed me the dolls which he wanted to use to blow us all up, in middle of the third party, when everybody’s high, either on drugs, alcohol, or euphoria. they had little red scarves and jackets, and black hair; all in plastic packages. - before the toys blow up, i melt them all - i black out - i wake up on a beach, surrounded by dead bodies and remnants of the tin can ship