Dreams of You

Why are you here?

I awoke at another school, wondering where I was. I realized where I was after recovering my thoughts for a few minutes. I noticed a familiar ID lace that reminded me of my friend. Then I realized I was at their school. I was aimlessly walking around the school. I had no idea I was in a classroom; people were bleeping out of existence, and other faces kept appearing and disappearing, until it all came to a halt when I noticed my friend's face. I tried to talk to him, but he couldn't hear me, and he suddenly vanished. I was about to leave when a familiar face a friend of mine entered the room. I assumed she was going to take one of the seats, but she began teaching, and the beauty of her gesture astounded me. Everything was obvious until I met her—the mesmerizing wave of her hand, the wind blowing her hair. I couldn't make sense of what she was saying because I was just concentrating on her until I found myself teleporting in a stadium far from the center. I saw her again, and she started singing, and by the name of God, she sounded angelic. I moved closer to her with each word she sang until we were face-to-face. I was beaming from ear to ear, and it was all so heavenly. I woke up just as we were ready to shake hands and said, "That was a nice dream."