If I had a dream... (young Leonardo DiCaprio) [complete]

supernatural movement

11:57 pm, January 14, 2018

it was the usual evening when I was finishing my lessons and preparing for the control tests. I hated this world for these fucking tests. now only the beginning of the semester! why write us these tests? I was ready to repeat this question again and again ...

I was finishing my composition in English and once again watching the Titanic. I have a tradition - when I'm very tired, I just turn on the Titanic and watch it through the night. of course, the next day I do not get enough sleep, but at least I had a good night (without vulgar thoughts !!)

but this evening I was so tired that I did not even have the strength to watch my favorite movie. there were literally no strength for anything: not to brush my teeth, change my clothes and go to bed. so I just fell asleep sitting at my desk.

I immediately fell asleep. soon I felt a small push. it seemed to me that this is my brother Mark, so I did not pay much attention to this. soon this push intensified. I shouted to him not to touch me. but it was not Mark ... it was some guy about 20 years old, with blond hair, kind blue eyes and a stunned smile with perfectly even teeth. I thought that I dreamed of an angel coming down from heaven, but soon I realized that it was a young Leonardo DiCaprio.

As soon as he noticed that I saw him, he immediately ran. I ran after him. around it was empty. literally empty. there were no roads, no streets, no buildings. I was in the dark. but I could feel the floor under my feet. I stood and listened, thinking that I was crazy. suddenly I heard his laugh-happy and sincere. and ran to the sound.

-hey? - I shouted.

He didn't respond. He laughed again and came to me. I saw his beautiful face. he took my hand and squeezed it tightly.

- do you trust me? - he asked.
-but...
-do you trust me?
-yes...

he jumped with me. going nowhere. I did not feel anything. nothing at all.

I woke up abruptly and breathed in air. I looked at my watch: it was 3 am. I dreamed it all ...

I got up from the table and went to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. hoping to see my phone to turn on the flashlight, I began to move convulsively with my hands on the table. (it looked as if I was mentally ill) but I did not find anything. it was not even my desk. I looked around - it was not my room at all.