Dream Reality Chapter 1 Dreaming of Him

The club was loud and it was live. People were dancing and singing and laughing and they were wearing mask. Which was odd since it was dark and with only flashes of lights going on and off. So it was obvious you might bump into people, but that wasn't and didn't seem to be the case.

I was walking through the people like they weren't even there even though I could feel them and the smell of alcohol was evident. I knew this was a dream because I never heard of a club that let people wear masks and Vongola would kill me for coming here at the age of fifteen. I didn't know where I was going, but my body did and it was telling me that I was going somewhere familiar. I finally made it to what seemed to be the back of the club and there was a lone figure sitting on a black throne that was ornate with crows and black and red roses. The figure was at ease and obviously must've owned this place.

The man smiled at me and I couldn't help but blush and I covered my cheeks in embarrassment and felt a mask on my face.

"Why so flustered," the man voice was deep and soothing. It carried to me even with the loud music.

"I'm not flustered," I answered back stepping towards him. I frowned. "Who are you?"

The man chuckled, "My name is of no importance, my dear," I twitched at the endearment. "Dance with me."

"I'm sorry, I don't dance with strangers." Backing up though somewhat reluctantly.

He laughs slightly, "This is a dream, I hardly doubt we're strangers."

It makes sense in a way, however, "You're wearing a mask so that begs the differ."

"That may be so, but this is a dream and you control what happens here, unless," I felt arms wrap around me and I freeze. "You give me control of this dream."

My heart thump in the wrong way, I could feel my face was burning, "I don't think so, so I'll ask again. What is your name?"

The man laughs, "Sorry, you'll have to figure that out yourself. I wish we could've danced together, but it's time for you to wake up dear one, your family is getting antsy."

Confusion was obvious. I didn't get what he meant.

He grabbed me and spun me, "You need to wake up, dear one."

"Ah," was my intelligent response.

This is what I brought you this you can keep,
This is what I brought you may forget me.
I promise you my heart just promise to sing,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.

…

I woke up with a start trying to calm my heart. It was bright in my room and I noticed two pairs of eyes staring at me. Tsuna and Reborn.

I was surprised to see them in my room. I'm usually the one looking for them or something like that not the other way around.

"Um, good morning," I smiled awkwardly moving to the side of my king size bed. Tsuna gave out what was a sigh of…relief?

"Lambo, you had us worried," Tsuna said his warm brown eyes burned into mines as if he was searching for something.

Worried? I looked at Reborn and he was looking the other way. Asshole.

"When you didn't wake up, I thought I had to call Shamal to check on you." Tsuna said patting my head. "We've been trying to wake you up for the pass two hours; even Ryohei couldn't wake you up."

I didn't know what to say or think other than the fact I'm late for school, "Sorry, I feel fine, see," I got up trying to prove I was alright and ended up toppling over.

…

I was back in the club again. This time there was nobody there except him.

"Where is everybody?" I asked almost immediately not liking that I'm alone in this place.

"It's daytime, everybody is gone," the man respond. "And when will you remember that this is a dream and you're in control dear one?"

I stared at the man. He was in the same clothes that he was in when I first saw him. He…he, I don't know what to say other than he's a mystery.

"Why are you here," I asked wondering around the room before sitting on a stool.

"I'm just here," the man said as if that meant anything to me.

"What's that suppose to mean," I asked annoyed.

"That's for you to figure out," the man merely smiled and I growled.

I don't understand why I'm having this dream. Usually, I dream and I forget. I think I forgot this dream when I woke up, but then I was busy with Tsuna to even think about it.

"Why are you here alone then, if everybody else is gone, why are you still here, don't you get bored?" I asked curious. The answer should've been obvious I mean he was sitting in the dark alone, no music, nobody to talk to.

The man shrugged, "I'm just here, I always been here, waiting, watching."

"For who?"

"You."

"Why me?"

"Only you know that answer," the man said. "This is your dream."

I thought about it. Dreams are supposed to tell you something, so maybe, I'm supposed to find something.

"So is this dream trying to tell me something?"

"It could be."

I glared, my patience running thin with this run around.

"What do you mean 'could be'?"

"Dreams don't always have to have a meaning, meaning it doesn't have to make sense, and you could be dreaming just for the sake of dreaming?"

"Then why would I be dreaming this?"

The man shrugged and said, "I don't know, dance with me."

I frowned, "Why do you want me to dance with you?"

"Because I want to feel you," I jumped at the answer. It wasn't the fact that a man wanted to touch me was weird, it was the fact that he said it boldly was what startled me. I, who goes to an all boys school is use to seeing boys randomly kiss each other, but hey it's an all BOYS school. What you expect? But what I mean is that gay people are usually more subtle about their homosexuality, well some of them.

"This might be a wrong to ask, but are you gay?"

I blushed embarrassed, but I wanted to know.

"I like to consider myself bi since I favor both male and female."

For some reason that satisfied me, I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice him leading me to the dance floor.

Dreams don't always have to have a meaning, I mused. So perhaps I'm dreaming this for my own enjoyment.

"Why do you want to "feel me"?" I asked skeptically. All I know that nobody just want to touch me for no reason.

"Because in this place, I can only be seen, heard, and touch by you," I let go of his hands and I could hear a grunt of disappointment.

"Why," I asked twitching, because I realized how much of a broken record I sound like.

"It's your dream," I cut him off and slammed him on a wall.

"Would you stop saying that, for heaven's sake, this," touching the mask man, his skin was warm and I could feel his breathe on my forehead. "This feels a little too real to be considered a dream. When I first got here, I felt people touching me and I smelt alcohol. And don't say it could be something I experience from reality, because Tsuna make sure that nobody drinks around me. So how do you explain that?"

The man sighed, "I don't know."

"Jeez for somebody who can spit riddles out, you sure are clueless," I said rather rudely. "Are you sure you're just a dream yourself?"

The man just shrugged.

"So I'm having a realistic dream that border lining dreams and reality." I sighed. Too confused and tired even though I'm asleep. "You have to at least know the answer to this question. Does this affect me in reality?"

"It can, like what happened this morning, you overslept for two hours, you trapped yourself in this dream, and because this dream is almost real your body will feel the effects of what you did here in reality."

I cursed, "Damn that means my fingers are going to be swollen when I wake up."

The man raises an eyebrow, "Your fingers are going to swell? I doubt it since you punch me like a pro."

I puffed my chest out with pride, "I had better been able to after all those gruesome training I've been through, it's just my fingers are embarrassingly delicate so if I do anything serious like punching people or things, my fingers will just get like that." Hm, so if what I do here affects what happens to me in reality, then if I went straight to the bar and started drinking like a loon because I thought it was just a "dream" I would've woken up stinkin drunk. That very idea had me laughing like crazy startling the still mask man.

Speaking of mask. I felt my face and I too was wearing one.

"Why are we wearing masks?"

"It's what you secretly wanted, "I suppose that you don't want to show our identities yet."

I gave him a blank look, "That didn't make no sense at all."

"The fact that we're here and we're having this conversation period is proof enough that this doesn't make any sense."

Yeah I had to give him that one.

I put my hand on my chin as a thought came to me, "Now that I think about, since this is a border between reality and dreams, I've been half asleep for the past nineteen hours or so, correct?" The man nodded. "Is this going to continue like this because if it does that's going to cause some problems that I rather not deal with."

The man smiled and bowed, "The one thing I can assure you that I'm your guide into this domain, so I can bring you in or keep you out."

"Good," I said very satisfied with the answer. "Then I'll take my leave now, but make sure I don't come back until I get a sufficient amount of sleep." I turned to leave, but there was one thing that was bugging me. "Will I remember this when I wake up?"

"Maybe, maybe not, this is just a dream." The man shrugged. "A word of advice, don't space out in the middle of the day, you might find yourself here again."

…

Opening my eyes seemed like a chore. I couldn't for the life of me remember why I was so tired. I was pretty sure I didn't do much the day before, if I did anything before. However I felt like I was watching a long dream.

I closed my eyes to recall back on the dream that I had. After getting nothing, I flipped my covers back saying, "If I don't remember than it must've been nothing." Although the man was sounded handsome.

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Can you imagine having a nightmare where your house was burning and you was stuck in the fire, only to wake up finding out it was a dream, but you're suffering 2nd degree burns?

Scary.