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The Dreamer & The Reunion
I haven't had this dream for two damn years, and it decided to come back tonight. Not that I don't love dreaming about being a rather dashing warrior with a beautiful wife, but the last time... The last time didn't end so well. I know that it is just a dream. My emotional reaction to "my" death was about as reasonable as me crying when Ryan and Javi almost died in a fire while Ryan's wife was in labor, which, to salvage my remaining masculinity, was a very emotional episode. Yet, it always felt real. The sting of a sword slashed through my side, the grief of losing that funny haired queen, the ecstasy of holding that princess in my arms. I woke up crying so many times, my roommates made me go to a the school therapist. She then sent me to a specialist, and seeing as he bounced me around from doctor to doctor, I'd say he know just as much as I do about these dreams. Anyway, you probably want to know about right?
I'm laying in a field. Funny, seeing as that's how it all started. My eyes flutter open. I hear high pitched voice filled my head and made my heart heavy. Is it really starting over again? The lovely little blonde standing above me was saying the exact same thing she said that fateful night five years ago. It all played out the exact same way. The man, that silly blue haired man who I grew to think of as my imaginary brother, grasped my arm and lifted me out of the dust and muck, the same way he had back then. The only difference was with me. I knew who all these people around me were. We had bonded, even killed men together and gotten drunken to dull the guilt, together. At least I can experience this life. Then, the blue haired prince deviated from the script. He hugged me, through hiccups and tears that suddenly sprang from him as he spoke. He only could manage a few words, but those words made me feel so loved and needed, that cried too.
"Welcome home. It's over now. You did it."
And, if only for a moment, I believed that this couldn't be a dream.