every night i had the same dream. where i sat on a porch of a small humble home in the middle of a huge field of flowers.
the breeze flowed through my hair, the scent of the flowers filling the air.
the first time i dreamt the dream i had was when i turned 15. it felt like it was like i was living in the 50's. i wore a long puffy dress down to my ankles. big pearls around my neck and ruby red lipstick on my lips.
i remember thinking to myself ugh god. i'm a trophy wife! this is a nightmare!
that year i had figured out that i was definitely not straight and as a young angsty teen i wanted nothing to do with those smelly horny dudes. . (which mindset has changed quite a lot since then.)
that's what i dreamt about almost everyday. until a a few weeks ago, something in my dream changed.
i heard a girl call my name from the home. at first i thought it was mother, but her voice sounded like a girl my age. i was completely confused.
every time i dreamt and heard that voice the more curious i got. i wanted to put a face to the voice. and one day i finally got it. but it wasn't in my dream though, it was in real life.
it was my senior year, 18 years old. no longer that shy teenager who hated guys. i've come to terms with my bi self and was finally at peace.
that's until i heard that voice. her voice. what the hell? i thought to myself.
there's no way. i turned my head a little bit to the left to inspect my surroundings. "god im just hearing things."
i shrugged it off and started to head towards my car when my shoulder collided with somebody else. "im so sorry."
my head shot up at the familiarity. her brown eyes flickered under the school lights. i cleared my throat, noticing that her eyes lingered on me for quite a while. she snapped away from her thoughts. her face turned bright red.
"it's fine. it was totally my fault anyway." i chuckled.
she stood their, still silent. "well uh.. see you around." i mumbled awkwardly.
that night i had the same dream of course. her voice called out my name from the small house. i tried to get myself to get up and get to the house, but i couldn't. "amor, food is ready!" her cheery voice got closer.
i wanted to say something but i couldn't speak. finally she appeared. her long dress hugged her curves perfectly. "i know you are tired from working so hard so you don't have to move a muscle." she smiled kindly, throwing a kiss at my way as she returned to our home.
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i tried to be in this dream as long as a could so i can investigate even more about it, but i began to wake up. "goddammit." i grumbled. as my small room was lit up by the slight sunshine from the outside i knew it was time for school.
what does this mean? i've been having this dream for three years now. but i don't even know her name. she must be significant to me in some sort of way. i must admit that i did think she was attractive. but it wasn't just physical attraction.. we had a deeper connection.
or im just going crazy..
a/n: helloo. holy moly the billboard music awards was amazing. ariana opening the show was everything. and camila winning an award for her excessing the charts with her boping ass songs. hella proud of her :)))
oh and if you guys want a part 2 on this than let me know :P
