9 >A Beautiful Nightmare<

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Friday

Dean Ambrose
His heart felt heavy and his eyes had dark bags under them. He had just had the dream once again, but this time it was different.

Her black dress was slightly torn at the end along with her cloak. Her orange hair was tied into a loss messy braid, pieces of hair was falling out of it and hugged around her face, as the wind blew through. The noise. It was an army. His surroundings were now filled with men upon horses and swords in their hands. It seemed as though they were hunting him along with the girl down. Her Ruby brown eyes connected with his. "Rebecca..." he heard himself whisper. "Dean...?" her voice had an accent but it wasn't to clear, her tone sounded somewhat wherey and sad.

Her name was the only thing tugging at his brain. "Rebecca..." he said softly looking at outside his window which was consumed by the night. It felt like there was something missing from him now. This girl, this dream, was finally taking a turn on him. As much as he hated it and was annoyed, he longed for the dream to repeat again. Almost like a beautiful nightmare.

He felt a sort of connection to the beautiful women in his dream. Though he didn't know what it was that made him feel this way.

For a second he hoped that this Rebecca was real. Somewhere out there, experiencing the same dream as his. He sighed deeply. "I'm being delusional" he fell back on his mattress and looked at Buddy who was sleeping peacefully.

She's probably just someone who showed up in my dream. Nothing more.

But a part of him hoped it was something more. "Rebecca... Why does that name sound familiar. I don't know of any Rebeccas" he turned to his side and saw the TV was still turned on and played softly in as background music.

***

Morning took its place. Dean felt like a deadman. His eyes heavy and tired, his body sore and his neck muscles pained. He freshened up in the bathroom when he heard his phone ring.

"hi... Renee... " his voice was tense.

"dean, I need to get to the mall, Paige won't take me. She said something about she doesn't want more gossip about her going around. I don't know what she means by that. Come pick me up, I need a ride" she spoke in her normal high pitched tone.

"Renee... My car is out of gas" he told her as he sighed. It's to early for this he thought I need coffee.

"ugh, I'm sure you can get gas, you work at a machine place "

" I can but I have to pay for it and I don't have money at the moment"

"then what do you do at work all day. just sit in your garage?"

"Renee, did you already forgot that I do racing and I need to save gas for my race coming soon"

"ugh, I'll just ask Miz to take me then, since you care more about your precious racing car "

She hung up on him. He felt defeated. The racing car wasn't truly his, it was his father's, who is now in jail. Since dean knew much about cars, he took the racing car in and started to gamble for money with it. Though it was risky, he always had a few bucks stashed away in case he were to lose a race. Which was really rare. He had a winning streak, he'd only lost twice to a race. It wasn't his doing, his father's race car had a lot of horse power, so it was really fast. It was the only thing he appreciated from his father.

He made his way to work and did what he was told. Just a few simple tyre changes. He loved working with cars, but yet his boss didn't have trust in dean to work with engines. So his job had become fairly boring.

Seth came into the workshop sometime during the day. He sat on as barstool as he watched dean change a tyre. "how's things going with lex? The long distance relationship still working?" Dean asked as he made sure the tyre was secure.

"it's going fairly great, it's only the distance that's annoying. We call daily though. She introduced me to two of her friends, that work at the wrestling school there in Ireland. Ones name was Liv or Lee or something, she had almost white hair, she looked alot like Alexa. Her other friend, she had an Irish accent, orange hair. Her name was Becky, I think it's a nickname, I heard the Lee or Liv girl call her Rebecca" Seth told dean as he took a sip of beer.

"Rebecca? " Dean almost gasped. Orange hair, an accent. "yea what about her?" Seth questioned. "the girl... The girl in my dreams name is Rebecca... She had orange hair too and an accent" dean now let his gasp out. "probably not the same person, there's a lot of Rebecca's with that description in Ireland" Seth shrugged.

Dean thought about it and just put the thought in the back if his head. Seth's probably right he sighed.

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