Dreams and visions are infused into men for their advantage and instruction...
~Artemidoros
"You again," Brennan exclaimed as he sat down next to the girl on the steps.
"And you again." Replied the girl smiling.
He brushed a stray crimson curl of off the girl's delicate nose then laced his fingers hers.
"Who are you?" he whispered.
"Who are you?" she replied.
She sighed and laid her head down on his shoulder and there they sat, both wading through the confusion of the situation. This was the third week in a row that their dreams had fused.
"That's me," she whispered pulling away from him as soft music began to play. She touched his cheek and began to walk away, turning back to whisper "Goodbye."
"Wait!" Brennan yelled, "What's your name?"
The slowly fading girl smiled.
"My name is Annie," she replied.
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"MIKEY!!" yelled Annie "Get in here!"
Michael McGovern smiled as the sound of his twin sister's voice raced through their small apartment.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Don't play innocent with me," she replied, "You moved my alarm clock."
Michael just laughed.
"Yeah, go ahead! Laugh at the blind girl…" She hissed as she sat up.
He sat down next to her.
"Anymore dreams?" he asked.
She nodded as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Brennan rolled over and hit the sleep button on his alarm clock. Instead of sleeping, his mind raced with thoughts of his dream.
"EMMA!" he yelled.
Emma rushed into his room, her bright eyes clouded with worry.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
Brennan laughed.
"I'm fine, I just need your help with something," he replied.
"First," Emma said slapping him upside the head "Don't scare me like that. Second of all, what's up?"
"First of all, Oww," Brennan grumbled rubbing his head "I've been having these dreams…"
Emma sat down next to him.
"What kind of dreams?" she asked.
"They all start out the same…." He began.
"I'm sitting there on these steps." Annie began.
"And she's just sitting there."
"He was very tall with shaggy, dark brown hair and these eyes…God his eyes were the most amazing color of brown."
" She was about your height with long crimson colored hair that reached down her back, skin so pale it was almost translucent. Man though, it was her eyes that stay in my mind. They were this ethereal shade of emerald green."
"He always asks the same questions and then we just sit there, hands intertwined, my head on his shoulder."
"I wish I knew who she is."
"I wish I knew who he is."
I would like to thank Ally for sifting through this and trying to help me make some sense of it.
~Revolution~