My heart is pounding. I'm speechless. I can't move my body, but my eyes are seeing everything. Reed stands in front of me, looking at me with intense eyes. "Do you trust me?" He asks. I speechlessly nod my head yes. "I-I guess." I spit out. He grabs my hand and falls backwards. Our whole surroundings wrap around us like a sheet and suddenly we are falling off a sky scraper. I try to scream but nothing comes out. He pulls me close to him and suddenly the falling slows down. He's practically hugging me. In mid air, falling hopelessly, but slowly now, I look at his face and see his smile. I smile back, happy to have a grip on something before I plunge to my death. He pulls me in close, and plants a tiny kiss on my lips, then again, but with more power. Everything speeds back up and we are falling again plunging down to the bottom of the fall. We hold on tight to each other and don't say a word. Then I woke up in sweat and panic and confusion. And that, Dream Journal, was my dream.
They tell me that I have to keep a dream journal now. They don't want me to know, in fear that I might lye about my dream, but I already know that they come in my room and read it the week in gone. Great. Just great. Now they will all no about the unusual dream.
