Adventures in Dreamscapering

the boy

I was in a dream at the time, but I didn't realize it. 

Clue one: I was inside a subway, or at least, what I imagined to be a subway. I've never been inside one in real life, but of course in a dream your memories are not connected in a logical fashion. 

Clue two: Instead of the dingy and dim interior that I assume most subways would have after years of abuse by humans, the subway car was bright and covered in shades of neon purple, with every surface so reflective you could see stars on it. 

Clue three: I was chasing someone, but I couldn't remember the reason why, just the general sensation that I needed to keep running. 

"Hey! Wait!" I called after this person whose face I had thus far not seen. He made his way through the subway obstacles with surprising ease, but I could barely maneuver myself around the benches and poles in time to keep up with him. 

For a moment, the boy did hesitate. He turned around to face me. 

"Oh. Hello," I said, out of breath perhaps from running, or perhaps from the boy's unexpected ... attractiveness. 

"Hey, you." The boy didn't open his mouth when he spoke, but he did offer me a smile full of crooked teeth. 

"What, uh. Why are you running from me?" I asked. 

The boy blinked and shrugged. I noticed his eyes were two different colors, with one being a muted brown and one being a muddy green. 

"I suppose that wasn't the best way of getting your attention. I don't make the rules. I'd like to, though," the boy said. His voice was lilted and squeaky almost. 

"You'd like to make the rules, is that right?" I said sarcastically. 

The boy shrugged again. 

Something finally clicked in my head as I realized that people can't talk without opening their mouths; my dream slips into lucidity. 

"I'm in a dream," I said to myself. I stared absently up at the subway ceiling.  

"Yes."

"Peculiar."

"You just realized you were dreaming, and you want to mull about the circumstances instead of doing something fun?" the boy asked. 

I gave him an incredulous look. Dream characters weren't supposed to talk back! Or at least, not like that. 

"This is my dream, I'll do what I want, boy." I turn away from him to walk down the long subway car when suddenly I felt a soft blow to my back. I began to levitate; me and this new weight are catapulted into the adjacent subway cars at astounding speed. 

"What the--?" I peered over my shoulder and I saw that the boy had launched himself into me and wrapped his arms around my waist. 

"Hey! Get off of me-e--" I let out a protest before the boy did something strange. 

He kissed me! 

Hoisting himself further up my body, he pressed his mouth against mine and we propel backwards even faster. My short dark hair whipped my face as we flew and I found myself grateful that there was no one else around to witness my freckles become swallowed by my blushing. 

I won't deny that I enjoyed the kiss. He tasted like the tangy chemical flavor of green jello and not even in a dream had I been involved in an embrace quite like that. 

I let out a sigh and pulled away. I looked around and noticed that we were no longer in the purple subway but rather in a black void occasionally spotted with flat white marks. 

"Woah. What did you do---"

I woke up suddenly without being able to finish my sentence finding myself precariously balanced on the edge of my bed, wobbling on the threshold of safety and peril. I could still feel the pressure of the boy from my dream against me; I wanted to return back to sleep but the remnants of my dream were scared further away by the bright slats of light peeking through my blinds.