As I’ve said before, I used to have the most powerful dreams. They’d stick with me all through the day. I kept a journal and even experienced some lucid dreaming.
As I got older (got out of high school), they faded. I couldn’t remember them at all. I knew I had them, but their recollection orbited my memory, just out of sight.
Recently, those vivid dreams have returned.
I was dressed in my black suit with my silver tie. I walked in with the rest of the crew and saw you there. “That’s odd,” I said. “She isn’t supposed to be here.”
You were sitting in a chair, looking up at me. We shared the “friendly hug” you have with a distant friend, but it lingered longer than that. We sat down together, finding the loveseat that was there. And we never let go of each other.
For what seemed the rest of the night, we held each other. That’s it. Just holding each other. When our lips finally met, yours were eager and hungry. Years of waiting, yearning, starved them. That’s it. Just hungry kisses. The echo of your sighs and gasps in my ears. I looked up for a moment to see who was watching, but you pulled me back, your voice in my head singing, “I don’t care who’s watching.”
“I don’t care.”
The passion cooled. We laughed. We traded smiles. I stood and your hand lingered on mine. Still friends. Still distant friends. A look back. You were smiling at me with your eyes.
It struck me then how this must be a dream, because I can’t imagine you saying those words. Then, I wonder… is that you? I mean, is that really you?
“No,” you sing to me. “This is only a dream.” Then, you wink. “Honest.”