The girl of my dreams

The Dream

I don't even know her name. Her face was unfamiliar to me. She was filled with so much life. How could she possibly be a dream? It started off with a dream about AP Biology. Ms. Davidson gave us each one toy Pokémon. I got Voltorb. I complained a bit, then we began to discuss Pokémon in great detail. Which was our favorite and whatnot. Then the scene changed we were looking from the sky onto a region of land. It was cartoon-like and if you zoomed in enough there were Pokémon zooming around. There was I targeting icon that we used to target the Pokémon Davidson was going to try and catch. Scene change. I'm outside. The land it still toon-like, but the people are real looking. That's when I met "her." I feel ashamed that I can't recall here exact physical appearance. All I remember was that she was lean, white, brown hair, around my height more or less, age ranging from 15 to 20. She had a Pokémon and I thought we were but something, I can't recall what, indicated that we were supposed to be allies. From what I can remember... We chatted and hung out, but then something happened that has never happened in one of my dreams I've been able to remember before. I became aware that I was in a dream. It wasn't because the world was unrealistic. I fall for that every time. We were walking along when I found a quarter. I often find money in my dreams and I always stick it in my pocket not knowing that it wasn't real and that it wouldn't be there when I woke up. This time was different though. The quarter was really shiny and new looking so I looked at the year it was made. 1961. The year hit me like a ton of bricks and I ran to the girl.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I'm dreaming. This isn't real." I said with disappointment

"What?!" I showed her the coin.

"I have never seen a quarter older than 64 before so when I see one that old I must be dreaming."

I know it doesn't make sense now, but in my dream that logic was unquestionable. I cannot recall what exactly happened next, but there was a scene change somewhere and quickly became the most realistic dream I've ever had. We were in a real setting. There were no cartoonish things. Just cold, hard reality. Everything had detail. Nothing was out of place and somehow or another we were in the back of a car and there was a man driving. Somehow we both knew it was supposed to be her father. Probably because there was an early part of that dream that I just forgot. Anyway, so we're both in the back of the car and her dad is driving us who-knows-where and she is upset.

"All this isn't real?"

"No." I said looking down at our hands that were together. I could feel their warmth.

"Am I real?"

"I don't know..."

She looked at her dad, "dad am I real?" He look at us through the rear view and shook his head. She was overwhelmed with joy and gave me a big hug. "I knew it!" Again it was so realistic I could feel her skin, warmth, and her hair

Something was wrong though. He had a sad look on his face like there was more to it than that, but I just ignored it because I was excited about the wonderful news.

We were still hugging when she said, "I want to meet you in person.

"I'll find you. I will. Do you remember your name or where you are?"

"I--I don't-- remember..." I could tell she was frowning without seeing her face.

My mind was racing. This was revolutionary. This could mean that minds could communicate during sleep and dreams weren't only a private realm after all. "Maybe you can't remember because you're in a coma in real life. Maybe--"

"--I'm dead..."

I'm not sure if she said this because she knew she was dead or because she feared she was. She began to sob and fear started to creep into my mind as I began to feel her loosing more and more body mass. The bones in her arms began to become more evident and her skin was becoming as cold as ice. Could she be dead? I tried to focus on getting her mass back because this was my dream and I should be able to do what I want, but it wouldn't work.

"Stop it!" I said. Her mass returned, but her skin remained cold. Our hug discontinued and we held hands again. "It doesn't matter if you're dead. The important thing is that you're here with me and I won't forget you."

While all this talking went on someone was chasing us or trying to stop us because as her dad was making a turn an eighteen wheeler pulled across the road, blocking both lanes. It was one of those you'd see hauling oil. Her dad went off the road, around the truck, and back on the road. As soon as we got back on the road the truck reversed around and got back in front of us. We went around it again, but as soon as we got around the truck he floored it.

Scene change.

We were in my house in front of the house phone. We were in that specific spot because it blocked us from anyone who happened to walk into the hallway and might see us. She was still as cold as ice. She kissed my cheek and I kissed hers. Out of guilt I mentioned that in real life I had a girlfriend so our lips never touched. She did, however, kiss my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. I heard someone step into the hallway so I jumped back from her so as not to be seen with another woman, but in doing so I half woke myself up. I could feel myself slipping from the dream. In my mind I was shouting, "Noooo!!!" And I was fighting to slip back into the dream, but it was too late. I awoke around 5:30 to the sound of my father leaving for work. Was she real? I hope so. Was she a ghost? I don't know. I just hope we meet again.