Dreamers

I was walking down the streets, at around Dusk. The street lights started to light up the roads, orange shining on the dark patches down the streets, passed the homes of many.

I wore a beanie, jeans and a hooded-jacket - my hands were jammed in my pockets. As I walked, I thought back to something that made me confused, something that happened recently: a strange dream of mine.

I remember that there was nothing special in it, other than the fact that a girl stood in front of me, with her back to me. I recall calling to her many, many times. But when I got no response, I walked up to her, once I could, I put my hand on her shoulder and said, ″Hello?″

She then turned, and I was able to take in all the details of her face, her eyes, hair, eyebrows, mouth, nose. Then as we locked gazes, everything shattered. The ground fell beneath my feet and I dropped further and further. As I stopped falling, everything faded to black and I woke up shortly after.

I shook my head and started to sprint, now. I was trying to bury the thoughts and the emotion I felt after that dream. Strangely enough, the dream didn't feel normal, it didn't feel like the usual dreams one has - I have no idea why, however.

As I sprinted, then ran, I stopped suddenly.

Something caught my eye, something was there.

''Hello?'' I called out, squinting in the dim light. ''Hello?''

Then I saw it - the person. Someone was walking towards me, in front of me.

''Sorry, who?'' A reply came back.

She stopped walking and stood under a street light, so I was able to see her now. I stopped when our gazes locked, and I suddenly crouched down to the ground in a swift movement, as if I expected the ground to fall beneath ourselves.

I could see her raise an eyebrow, but soon after, she had an apprehensive expression.

''Did you... are you - do we know each other?''

I straightened myself up and shrugged, ''No, well yes.''

Her eyebrows furrowed.

''I had a dream, you were in it. After we locked gazes, the ground fell. I don't know why.''

She nodded, ''Me too... you were in it,''

''Seriously?'' I asked, stepping closer to her.

''Yes.'' She replied, staring deeply into my eyes.

''We don't know each other, do we?''

''No.''

''So then-''

''I think I know why,'' She started. I frowned but continued staring into her eyes, I took note of her nose, eyebrows, mouth - just as I did in my dream. ''There's a legend, myth, that my Grandma told me when I was a kid. It was: 'when people dream of one another, see each other in their imagination as they sleep, it means something. That they're meant to meet...' ''

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27.6.2020