Prologue - 001

I've always been a lucid dreamer - it's not something I can control, it just is.

Lately, I've been dreaming a lot about him.

They do say that when you dream about someone, it means, that person is thinking about you. Or so I've heard.

We've been spending more time together, that's for sure. We have the same schedule this semester, and we sit together in every class. We have that thing going on that whenever a group project comes around, he just looks at me with - the look - and I know he wants me as his partner. If more people are missing, then he's the one to pick them out of a crowd. He's a good judge of character too. 

He doesn't know I love him. 

We've been together for a little bit now, we were attracted to each other like magnets at the beginning of our first year, it was like fate. 

Or like a movie.

The last seat left was next to me - not a single chair left in the class. He arrives just in the nick of time and sits next to me. 

I couldn't take my eyes away, he was intrinsic, had that sort of mysterious glow to him, yet his eyes read approachable and kind, his hair was wavy and medium long. He looked straight out of high school, and the tips on his hair were red.

He was pretty, and just from looking at him, my heart skipped a beat and I was already developing a crush. Not a word had been spoken between us, and then. We locked eyes, his half-smile was cute, I was taken aback, should I break eye contact? 

He speaks before I can decide what to say next. 

The teacher speaking in the background - it became incomprehensible mumbles. My whole world became his, like I had some type of vision problem and my peripheral narrowed only to include him. 

"Hey you got a pencil I could borrow - forgot mine at home," he spoke in a whisper.

Oh my god he spoke.

His voice was - well just normal. But a soft treble to it. It was like I wanted him to cuddle me and recite poetry to me. Like a spring day and a rain so light it felt like a mantle. Wind so soft it could refresh, weave my hair, and let my back lay on the grass. 

A warm spring day.

Anyway - that's how we met.

After that we would hang out more and more, by coincidence or maybe by design, I wasn't sure.

Now in the middle of our third year, we were almost inseparable. We had other friends, but I would try to find ways, excuses even, to spend time alone with him. And he would comply.

This was the winter term of our third year, it was only the end of January so the weather was cold still - and here I was, in the middle of my restful sleep dreaming of him. 

My feelings for him would retaliate so much, that my subconscious mind made me dream about him. And oh surprise, in the most basic of fashions - I would dream of intimacy with him. 

I know … I know … 

Cliche A.F. 

But hey, a man's gotta eat, right?!

The weird thing was - that my mind would make him buff - like muscular, bodybuilder type, or like a hunter or a warrior. Sometimes it was both.

And whenever I would dream about him - my body felt not my own.

This is gonna sound weird.

You could say I was skinny and tiny, my dream would make me smaller in height. 

I would always wake up with morning wood no less.

In the dreams, he would speak a strange language I couldn't understand. 

I grabbed my hands, they were my own, and held them to his face, touching his cheeks and asking for a kiss. 

"Come on baby... I want all of you," I spoke. But my voice was not my own.

I spoke in this dream.

Suddenly he stopped, and looked at me weirdly, like I was speaking an alien language.

"Fuih, ftuh xix chea juch?" he spoke, with the same voice he had, just in a different body.

[Terminating Connection.] 

I was pulled out of the dream like a hook pushing me out of stage. Then with a thunk, I fell out of my bed, and into the floor, or at least I think I did, I certainly felt the bump on the bed. 

I woke up with a great uproar. 

"What the hell was that?!" I asked myself. I was back, in my room, in the ceiling I've known all my life. 

"What in the world is going on?"