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Faceless Dreams

Faceless Dreams

                I’ve always have this dream about a man, he’s always faceless. But at the back of my head I hear his voice, I see his face and I see his smile. But when I open my eyes, everything seems blurry. I tried looking for answers about this faceless man that’s always in my dream, so far, I’ve only had that the faces we see everyday sometimes makes its own face in our head and thus making them appear in our dream. Which can be true because I tend to look at people, like observe them, at times.

                But this one, he always seems to be the one. He was fairly tall, pale complexion and he has this smile that I can always see even if I don’t close my eyes. He has a really, really beautiful smile. I haven’t told about him to anyone. And sometimes, I see myself looking around all the time. It feels like he was always there, and I just can’t explain this odd feeling.

                I always remember the dreams, but never his face. Sadly. There was this one dream I have of with him.

                I remember crying. I was crying at the top of the stairs. My hands covered my eyes because I was crying and hiccupping at the same time. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and pushed me on its chest. I cried louder and he keeps making this shushing sound. He kept on brushing my hair and telling me to stop crying and the he’s there. That he’s here. When the tears have subsided, I looked up and he greeted me with an endearing smile. At my dream, I know I can see his face clearly. I smiled at him in return and he wiped my tears with his hands and told me that he doesn’t like seeing me sad and crying all on my own. That if ever I have a problem, just think of him and he’ll be there. I didn’t have a chance to dissect his words. Because a kiss on my forehead woke me up.

 

                And I tried, and I tried remembering his face. All of his features, but I can’t. I just remember his smile. His comforting chest and the way he held me there. The way he took care of me. It felt real. It felt so real that I want it to be real.

                There were a few more brief dreams of him. Sometimes, I remember him holding my hand and we were walking on this sea of people and he was holding my hand and telling me to hold on his hand tight and never let go. I remember looking at him, at his face but I can’t remember. I can’t remember it.

                I remember introducing him to my Dad, and he almost had a heart attack. And I remember genuinely laughing with him. And I remember how he looks at me. I remember all these good memories with him but I don’t know who he is in real life. I know I see his face in my head but whenever I wake up, it’s gone. It’s like it was never there at all. In which scares me. No man had ever treated me like the way he treated me. No man had ever looked at me the way he did.

                And I want that. I want him. He might be created at my figment of imagination but he’s real, and he’s somewhere out there and I hope he’s looking for me like I am looking for him now. Because at the sea of people, I won’t stop looking. And when I see him, I know I’ll remember. Because we shared it. The genuine emotions of real love.

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I should be studying. Hell. I shouldn't even be online. I shouldn't be writing. I shouldn't have come up with this while trying to study. But I feel like I'm trying to remember a dream about him again and it's somewhere. That's why I remembered him. It's actually real. I dream about a faceless man who loves me dearly. I am crossing my fingers that one day, our paths will cross and we'll know that its us. Because I'm a hopeless romantic like that. ;)

But I do have two Major Exams later, tonight, and I haven't studied anything. Gosh.

Jouilielle