The Dream

it all felt so real...

I had a dream I was with someone... we were both sitting on a bench... staring out at this run down building one night...

This building looked like it should be torn down or was in the middle of it already. Despite it's conditions, it was a formidable, tall, grayish skyscraper of sorts. Even from a distance you could see its insides; it's walls all blown out, essential structure and metal poking out from its dark hollow insides. Although in shambles and chaotic looking, it was almost peaceful the way the building just stood there waiting to crumble...patiently... as if it had come to terms with its fate. As I sat there watching, I could have sworn I could see the blaze that erupted but failed to bring this building down...and for some reason I stayed up all night and morning, staring at it with this familiar stranger...

Looking out at the building, I zoom in and see the fire erupt and attempt to engulf everything from the inside out. Flames scratch at the walls and the ceiling begins to buckle. The loud crackling of wood and floor burning can be heard from outside the windows...the fire lights up our faces and dances with the shadows. My imagination runs wild and I'm in the middle of one of the rooms...I'm the only one there... somehow I know there were no people inside at the time and never was...no lives lost... this building just so happened to catch fire.

Despite what I was envisioning, I realize this stranger puts me at ease somehow. What I was seeing didn't cause me to be alarmed, angry, or sad. In fact I felt pretty warm and whole in a way. As I see this again from the bench;for almost a second, I could feel the heat from the fire on my face. Then again from inside ;as everything around me continues to burn and collapse on itself, I can no longer tell where the source of this warm sensation is coming from...but I don't feel like I'm alone.

Suddenly the fire has smoked itself out and I'm back on the bench and the sun is slowly rising again. I realize she's in a similar trance as the one I was in by this building, and somehow; without any words or glances, we had a mutual understanding. We knew not the reason, but we knew this was our purpose, and I realized we felt the same way about it. The eerily familiar sensation; feeling someone on the same plane, same wavelength, absolutely parallel , was the strongest I have felt in awhile or ever before to be honest.

I'm still gazing out towards the building, it's slouched on itself and vacant now. All of a sudden I feel a voice. I can almost hear her say something, but her words are carried off by the breeze. She continues talking and I slowly turn my gaze towards her. There is no sound to her speech but I see her lips move as she continues gazing out at the building. I slowly begin to hear her comment about the building and she begins to respond to what I say also. The wind starts to pick up, and she says she can almost hear the wind cut into the building and through it.

I see us sitting side by side and I realize we are both on a black metalic bench;I on the left, her on the right. It seems she is wearing a semi colorful striped sweater or hoodie but I don't know, and it doesn't matter. I couldn't care less about what she looks like. Her voice and this feeling is the only thing that matters. I feel like I've known this person forever and I can't tell my thoughts apart from hers. Specifically whether I'm saying what I'm thinking or if she is the one saying what I'm thinking. Or if we're even talking at all. In the midst of this ambiguity and confusion, It feels pleasant not knowing where these thoughts come from and where they'll lead to.

I look out in front of me again, and realize the building is still standing there and it's now early morning;probably past 8am if i had to put a time to it. The buildings in the background seem to stand tall and rigid, leering over the shaken one. But despite that, this particular building seems to be the most proud and prominent of all, almost as if it knows something the others do not, almost as if it feels something in a way that the others never could. It is singular, and unwavering as it stands there, leaning on itself. I almost feel like it's looking right back at us and that we are the secret something that it knows. In a weird way, we have become it's guilty pleasure just as it has become ours. I'm happy to have known this building, I feel almost friendly towards it, if not completely befriended by it already. She feels the same.

The wind blows sideways and I feel a slight chill but it quickly warms up again. I can almost see the individual strands of her hair bristle in the breeze as it passes. I hear her gentle voice being carried off by the playful breeze as it makes another pass. There is no where else I would rather be at this moment, and there is no one else I'd want to be with. In a transcendent, peaceful way;I could live and die here beside this person if it meant this feeling would never leave me... and if it meant I'd never be alone again. This is all I could ever want and ask for. This romance feels as real as any fantasy I have ever made possible, and I just so happened to find it in a dream.