A bouquet of colourful short stories

Dreaming Someone Elses Memory; part 2

My dreams became more frequent in fact that were scaring me. 2 months since the first dream I basically could write a biography for Kara.

The dream I had last night was the most unusual. I normally dream of memories of people closest to me, my mom,my dad and once I went back to a Beatles concert as my gran and meeting my late grandfather, seeing his face even in a memory affected every atom making up my physical body. That dream was a few nights ago and I don't know how to feel or address it with my gran.

My dream was of someone else at school. It was Maths class and the teacher went off topic and started talking about piloting, not interesting, but I was there, I saw a memory of mine in someone else's perspective. To see something from someone else's eyes changes you, because I honestly forgot completely about the pilot talk. About how Mr Tekker dropped out of piloting school to become a Maths teacher. But the dream reminded me of it. This part of the dream showed me how everyone is unique especially when in memories because even though we shared the same memory he remembers seeing Mr Tekker right in front of him and my perspective was from the back of the class paying half attention to it.

The very strange part is seeing myself in the memory, and seeing how I look when I'm unaware of how I look, the example I set for people to formulate opinions and mental profile of me. The sound of my voice to everyone. How I look like from my back. A mirror is only a flipped image you see yourself in, but to see yourself the flesh is very surreal.

The strangest part was when this boy spoke to me at my locker, he focused a lot on my eyes, the imagery of my eyes is burnt into his mind. He could have fallen in love with me if I'm a significant memory of his, multiple times.

But the Mr Tekker talk was about a year ago. Wether this boy still likes me or me remembering our exchange is highly unlikely.

The only person who I confide about these dreams in Kara. She was fascinated and excited to hear this one.

She's discussing to open up an investigation to know who this mysterious guy is.

"Do you remember who was in you Maths class last year?" She says, interrogating me.

"Not everyone. But it could've been Thomas, Xander or Theo. Theo's a hunch."

"Maybe Theo because he must be in your subconscious to have a hunch.That's probably how these dreams work, a bit remains in your subconscious."

The bell rings and thankfully Theo is in my AP physics class.

As I approach him in front of the class he notices and says, "Hey Becky!"

"Hi, were you in my maths class last year?"

"Yeah. Why?"

I had to think on the spot. I think the pause that occurred was almost long enough to be suspicious, or maybe it was, maybe he didn't notice. Getting the perfect lie I say, "I need you to right down his special diagram to remember special trigonometry angles. I completely forgot."

"I kinda remember."

I take out my notebook, open it for him and pen from my bag and as I give it to him our fingers touch and I suddenly see the memory this time I experienced it for the third time.

I can't believe Theo likes me, we aren't even in the same circles. Why?  Why did I experience it by touch? I have so many unanswered questions.

As I flash back to reality I see the book and pen falling from my hands and it all happens so quickly that by the time they hit the floor my hand are still frozen in the position they were to give the book and pen to Theo.

As I bend down to pick up my stuff I hear Theo quietly say, "Sorry."

"No, don't be sorry it's not like you revealed by big secret."