Dreams

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by flowery_dreams

by flowery_dreams

Tyler POV

I had always had strange dreams for as long as I could remember. And there was always someone else in my dreams. A boy. Always the same boy. Sometimes we'd be doing something together, sometimes it might just be a flash of blue eyes and brown curls, a figure I would glimpse in the corner of my eye, a feeling of safety and warmth in a nightmare, even just a feeling that I wasn't alone. But we never spoke. Somehow I could never find the words to say. Something was holding me back, preventing me from speaking.

The boy never spoke either. But he was always kind and he seemed to grow with me. I didn't know a name, or an age or anything about him. I've never been good at remembering my dreams. But somehow it always seemed more than a dream when he was there. A vision, a prophecy. A promise. I always wondered if he was out there somewhere. Maybe thinking of me. Wondering if I existed.

But I knew that was impossible. Dreams are dreams. Your brain rambling as it sleeps. An overactive imagination, I told myself, a figment of my imagination, but I was fascinated. I found myself crushing on my "dream boy" as I saved him from dragons and monsters and he returned the favour. But somehow I could never ask the questions that needed to be asked. Answer the questions he must have had for me. Some invisible force held me back.

And as I grew and found out my sexuality (not that that was a surprise for anyone) and the boy and I grew up I started to notice how he looked I realised that I maybe had a minuscule crush on him. Ok maybe a huge crush. But that was ridiculous! He didn't even exist. Did he?

I only ever told two people about my dreams. My mom and my ex, Marcus. My mum told me that she thought it was lovely but clearly didn't understand or believe me. And Marcus? Well, he laughed at me. Told me I was being a child and that I had to grow up. And then he wondered why I broke up with him! I always wondered about my dreams though. What were they? And what did they mean?

Troye POV

I woke up from yet another dream-that-wasn't-a-dream. I thought that they would end as I grew up but clearly not. They haunted me but not in a bad way. But who was this boy that haunted my dreams? I had never met him in real life. I'd remember someone like that! I didn't even know his name. But why was he in my dreams? Who was he?

I got out of bed and got dressed, deciding to go and get Starbucks for the first time since I had moved to LA to pursue my music career. Still wondering and daydreaming about the pastel haired, perfect quiffed boy that had inhabited my dreams for as long as I could remember I walked into someone, doing a double take when I saw their face.

"Dream boy!" We both exclaimed at the same time.
"This is another dream!" I said, absentmindedly pinching myself before deciding that this was either real or I had pinched myself in real life if I was still dreaming.
"How?.... How can this be happening?" I heard him mutter, "This is impossible and improbable and improbable, if that's even a word."

I was in shock, staring at this boy who was even more perfect in real life. This man who I had never met yet I somehow knew better than I knew myself. I had seen him grow up without leaving my bed. I had saved him from monsters and evil and been saved innumerable times by the same person. Yet I didn't know his name, his age. I didn't know his favourite colour. But I knew his fears. I knew his deepest desires and hopes. And I wanted to know more.

"I think we need to talk," I said hesitantly. "I'm Troye Sivan. I'm your "dream boy""
"Tyler Oakley. Your repetitive knight in shining armour." He sassed, clearly over the shock that we had both just gotten.

We bonded over coffee, laughing at imaginary memories and made up stories. Comparing real life to dreams. Learning the facts from the fiction. Learning the people that we had become.

4 years later

Tyler POV

From an impossible story I had found happiness. From my dreams I had found the man of my dreams. And I wouldn't change my life for anything. We still shared dreams, waking and asleep. But we shared other things now too. First we shared numbers. Cooking each other meals. Sharing childhood stories. Meeting each other's families. Then the relationship changed and grew. Kisses and hugs, laughter and tears. The physical things that I had missed before I met Troye. The things that matter in life. Love, friendship, family and happiness.

And after today he would be mine forever. As I straightened my tie and smiled at the ring on my finger I knew that I couldn't be happier. My life was a dream. We had never understood the dreams. Never known why they has connected us. But I didn't care. I had my dream boy. And he had me.

AN: so it's 2 in the morning. I have to be up at 7. But this popped into my head and demanded to be written and I'm quite happy with it. It's not long but hopefully you enjoy it!