Dream State

Sebastian Stan?

This dream has two separate parts that eventually link together.

It started out in very low-light. My head was leaning into something very warm. It had a radiating heat coming from it. Come to think of it... My arms are wrapped around whatever this thing is. I'm also standing up and swaying. It hits me- I'm dancing. Slow dancing, with a guy, but not in the usually sense. I was standing on his feet, such as a little girl does when she dances with her Daddy.

I look up at the man. He's definitely not my Dad. He's rather young but much older than me. He has pale skin and dark, almost black but not quite, hair. He looks rather familiar. I don't exactly know who he is. Suddenly it hits me- could it be? It's, of course you've had to have guessed by now, Sebastian Stan.

Now I'm in a new place. Completely different surroundings. I'm riding in the passenger seat of my Dad's old truck. He's driving to the elementary school like my Mom does each morning to drop me off for the buses. My brother is not here though. We sit in the parking lot, but no one is even at the school, almost like it was a Saturday or something. 

"Well i guess we needed to go get your brother anyways," my dad says, breaking the silence. 

He pulls out of the school and heads down the highway in the direction of my road, but he doesn't turn off. He keeps driving until be reach a little market not too far from my house. He pulls up and stops.

"Why don't you see is he's in there?" he says, "and get me some coffee while you're at it." 

He hands me some money and i walk in. What did he mean by he? I look around but there is only a woman at the desk waiting patiently. I scope all the shelves and refrigerators. No coffee. No guys. I walk out empty handed. I open the creaky door of the truck and get in. 

"Who did you mean by he, Dad?" i ask, "Sebastian? like Sebastian Stan?" I try to draw the conclusion.

"Yeah... who else?" He looks genuinely puzzled. He squints, "and where's my coffee?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry they don't carry and straight black coffee." 

"WHERE CAN I GET SOME NORMAL COFFEE IN THE GODFORSAKEN PLACE!!" he yells full of anger. He goes on a cursing rampage about how he has to drive all the way to town to get a decent cup of coffee.

And that is the end to my dream.