For the third night in a row, he woke up startled and confused.
He glanced at the alarm set on his nightstand. 03:17.
He sighed and laid on his side, staring out of the window, thinking about his dream.
He didn't remember much already, only bits and pieces of it that the consciousness didn't take away.
The previous day, he had looked for the meaning of some elements he remembered of his dream and they didn't make any sense, but at the same time he felt like there was a deeper meaning he just seemed not to be able to grasp.
The dream was always the same: a woman with dark hair and dresses that could perfectly be from another era, wandered in long and barely lit hallways. She was silent, until another dark haired woman got close to her. They always exchanged few words.
"You should rest"
"And you should be with your husband"
"I will be, later. First, I need to be with you, mother to mother"
After that, they exchanged a look and he could see tears glistening in both women's eyes, he could see them taking a deep breath and continue walking until they reached a dark, secluded corner.
They sat down, back to the wall and held each other's hand. They stayed there, silent, and he looked at them but they didn't seem to notice him. He had never seen these two women before, he would remember them, and he isn't one that forgets easily. Suddenly, he heard voices and they must have heard them too because they got up, quickly and putting some space between them.
After a moment, "Goodnight Regina".
"Goodnight Snow".
Why did he dream two women he didn't know? Why were they so familiar? Why did they look like they were took straight from a children's book?
He took another deep breath and turned on his back.
For the third night in a row, he laid on his bed, with a feeling of longing he couldn't yet understand.