when dreams come true

chapter 1 || a dream

A/N - hey, wattpaddians! if you're reading this, then thanks! you know, for giving my story a look. part of this story is actually true, the whole dream thing. but the rest is made up. hope you like it! don't know if I'll be updating a lot or not. well, enjoy! -//
e d i t e d

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There are many different things in the world, and each of us has been fascinated by one or more. Some people can't get over how mobile phones work. Some are enraptured by the mechanization of cars. Some people end up dedicating their lives to a work by which they can satisfy their curiosity, to appease their inquisitive minds.

Every single person is fascinated by something. Infatuated; transfixed.

Me?

I am fascinated by dreams.

And how I never even contemplated the possibility that they can indeed come true.

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I woke up sweating and uncomfortably dishevelled. It was hot and sticky, but it's never like that in my room.

I started to see the blurred and wavering images of the unbelievable dream I had just seen, or rather, experienced. All dreams always have seemed like unique experiences to me.

I was disappointed, but also thrilled. It had been the most surreal dream I'd ever experienced. It was so... revealing. It freaked me out and kept me constantly distracted.

Wouldn't you feel the same way if you'd just seen and met your actual special someone, but through the uncanny supposedly-existing realm of dreams?

Yeah, okay, there also comes in that weird (but exciting) dream I had in which I, er, made out with Benedict Cumberbatch in a moving elevator. But I guess I can just blame that on watching 2 seasons of Sherlock in a row in one day, and having thoughts of it empowering my brain and convulsing into dreams that just made me go 'holy crap'. Having revealed that precious little experience in words, which was a bit difficult, I'd like to put in that notorious line: don't judge. But, Sherlock is not my soulmate, which is what we all must be aware of, because I believe there is hardly anyone who could deny he is in love with John. Even I can't imagine being his one and only if that means he'll be away from John. I'm sorry, JohnLock shipper here.

So, this other boy I'd just seen in my dream, but never in reality, must indeed be the one. I wasn't just assuming it. It felt like it.

I knew it even when I woke up sweating and panting, that it was him. The whole atmosphere, the setting, the aura it kind of gave off, fostered the belief that this was true.

He was the one.

My soulmate. The boy I must find.

This is how it went, and I'm not sure whether I actually wanted it to.

■□■ The Dream □■□

It was a large room, incredibly dark with the slightest bit of light coming from an unknown source. The air was cold and it felt... mystical. Like I was in some sort of mordern fairy tale. Except I'm not sure if fairy tales are supposed to be this dark.

Looking around I realised the room was big enough to be a gym, with a marble floor and walls paneled with wood. And then I saw the flickering lights, and they took my breath away.

I have always loved the stars. They're the most beautiful mysteries in the universe, sparkling and exploding continuously. The only kind of artificial lights I've ever adored were fairy lights because from afar, they looked a lot like the stars. Not only that, but the way they tinkled and decorated the place just elicited this elated feeling inside of me. I loved them. And before me, were strings and strings of fairy lights cascading against the walls, like rivers, the small circles of lights all combining to create this magnificent soft glow that completely enraptured me. The strings of the fairy lights continued to the floor and stretched across the marble. Standing in between them felt like being caught in a sea of stars. It felt absolutely amazing.