Chapter One The Woman of his Dreams LITERALLY

Eames DREAM POV

Looking out across the beach I saw her and smiled inwardly. I come here to see her every night. I created this image that stands before me this projection. She is beautiful and perfect. I have become addicted to my creation this projection of my self-conscious. Now she was everything to me, I thought of her every night and day in reality but even now I am starting to question it. I'm questioning my own reality. Looking down at the sand beneath my feet I begin to think why?

Why I still do this to myself? Why I had created something to fall in love with? Why couldn't she just be real? Looking back up I watched her approach. Everything about her was perfect which made this all the more a dream to me. Her hair perfectly straight and the deepest of black, bright green eyes that in reality only contacts could master. The perfect body, every muscle sculpted as if she was in a gym twelve hours a day. Perfect.

I smiled as she held a hand out to me. Grasping it lightly I pulled her in close and wrapped my arms around her. She smiled up at me and I couldn't help but smile back. I was in love with a figment of my imagination and for now that was ok with me. Leaning down I brushed my lips with hers, disappointed to feel her lips cold against mine. Another factor in my mind reminding me this wasn't real. I moved back away from her.

"What's wrong?" Her voice was like music to my ears. I opened my mouth to speak but couldn't find the words to describe. I had spend so much time in these dreams with her it was like even she knew and remembered every dream that I had of her. Even though she wasn't real. "Eames?" My mouth opened and closed as I looked back and forth for an excuse or a jolt in my mind to just speak. Taking a deep breath I groaned and whispered.

"I'm sorry." A saddened look came across her face and it pained me to see it. This was the first dream I realized that I had started to notice this subtle facts that this wasn't reality. "Alex." I grasped her hand a pulled her forward to me. "I love you." Seeing her smile gave my mind a small relief. "I will see you tomorrow, I promise." I watched as she turned and walked from me, back to the place she stood at the begging of my dream. There she would stand until I came back.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, looking around the empty room he groaned inwardly to himself regretting waking up. Sitting up he removed the strap from his wrist and tossed it aside. Sitting forward he ran his hands through his hair before resting his head in his hands. He couldn't keep doing this to himself he knew he had to stop. It was like a drug and he could break free from it. Looking up as he heard the door open and close he sighed as Arthur came into view.

"Back so soon?" Arthur grinned and set his things down before taking a seat across from him.

"Why didn't get enough time with your imagination?" Arthur laughed to himself. Eames didn't find it amusing at all but it was a small price to pay he figured a little word lashing here and there. After all he did fall in love with the woman of his dreams literally. "You really need to get out more." Glancing up at Arthur he inclined his head.

"Why do you say that?"

"You keep going back more and more each day, it's like you're not stratified." Eames sighed and stood from his chair and walked away from him. Arthur shook his head. "Ever since Dom put it into your head that you could make people up all you have been doing is going under to see her."

"So what's your point Arthur?" Arthur stood and approached him.

"Look as nice as it is having someone perfect always there in your dreams you have to break free." Turning from him Eames sighed. "I know that you are noticing the unrealistic parts of her."

"Why do you care huh, these are my dreams and Ill have them how I want!" Pushing past him he grabbed his coat and headed for the door.

"Eames!" Stopping short he turned back. "One of us was going to have to tell you eventually that she isn't real." Slamming the door behind him Eames made his way quick down the steps of the old abandoned building and out the side door. Arthur stared at the door for a moment and shook his head. This woman his dream woman was getting the better of his friend and he hated it. Eames had changed so drastically since this idea was introduced to him. Leave it to Dom to put this all into his head. Looking around the large almost empty room he sighed. As much as he wanted to do the same as Eames he was determined not to get addicted to this like two of his close friends. Mentally kicking himself he quickly grabbed his coat and went after Eames, he had to apologize.

A/N: Next chapter to come in a few hours I am in the zone and will not disapoint, Please let me know what you think!