Lydia and Chris had an amazing night. It was currently 11 pm, Chris was in the shower and Lydia had just gotten off the phone with Claire to tell her the news. She felt over the moon excited but something began to feel weird in the pit of her stomach now that the excitement was settling. It had to do with her interaction with Wesker. She heard Chris turn off the shower and tried to put the weird feeling into the back of her head. When he got to bed they both fell asleep in each other's arms.

In her dreams, the feeling got worse. /Everything in the dream world is being italicized/

The dream was vivid. Lydia woke up in a bed that was not hers. She was wearing different clothes, she was just in a silk button down and a pair of panties. She looked beside her and Chris wasn't there. Hesitantly, Lydia stood and wandered over to the door to the room. She opened it and stepped out.

In another area of the dream was Wesker. He was having the same dream as Lydia. They were together, in the same dream. It was a byproduct of their bodies and minds starting to desire each other. It was their DNA coding creating a psychological connection to draw them together, both sexually and physically. It was similar to the trait the virus gave to the Wesker children. Their shared virus created a sixth sense that would help the two find each other. Wesker began to wander around the mansion and soon found himself near a hallway of bedrooms. He didn't have his sunglasses and wore a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt.

"Hello!?" He called. As Lydia was wandering around she heard the voice shout hello. She quickly followed it and ran to meet it. When she turned down a hallway and saw Wesker she was surprised but she just reminded herself, this was just a dream. Wesker felt her presence and turned to look at her.

"Lydia?" He observed, also surprised and taken aback. Lydia walked over to him.

"Wesker?" She laughed. "This is a dream. I'm just dreaming. It must have been our conversation today. My mind is playing tricks on me." She spoke, rubbing her eyes.

"No, this is my dream," Wesker argued, perking an eyebrow. She shook her head.

"No, it's mine." She frowned. "Are we in the same dream? Is this even possible?" Suddenly both of them felt a deep desire build in their bodies. It hit them both at the same moment. After a small moment of quiet Wesker felt his body moving on his own. He grabbed Lydia and pressed her against the door of one of the rooms. Lydia felt goosebumps prick up onto her skin. He began to kiss her neck and her head fell back.

"Why do I feel this way?" Lydia spoke as he tasted her skin with his tongue. "I just got engaged to Chris."

"Chris isn't here is he?" Wesker purred. He ran his hands over her curves. In the past year of seeing her, he had begun to desire her deeply. He hated seeing Chris with her. He just imagined that this was a normal dream. Lydia embraced him back and ran her hands up his chest underneath his shirt. She also felt her body moving on its own. Her body wanted this. She wanted this. And it frightened her. Wesker lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling him against her. He pressed her into the door and ground his hips into hers. Both of their heads fell back and they both moaned. She blushed when she felt him grow between her legs.

"I shouldn't want this." Lydia moaned as Wesker pressed his hips into her again.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, forcing his body to stop. He looked into her eyes. He didn't want to force her into this, even in a dream. He couldn't even explain what was happening. This was the most real a dream had ever felt. Lydia bit her lip. Her heart was beating fast.

"I want you to keep going." She suddenly begged, succumbing to her body's desires. Wesker pulled them away from the wall and carried her into the room behind the door. It was a bedroom. He laid her body down onto the bed and ripped her shirt open before pulling his off. Lydia watched him, her eyes were glazed over with desire and lust. His were the same. They began kissing as they finished undressing. As he readied himself to enter her he forced his body to stop again.

"Lydia, are you sure?" He asked again. "We don't have to do this."

"It's just a dream." She whimpered. "Please. I'm sure." Without hesitation, he began to have sex with her. Their moans and cries of pleasure filled the room. After nearly an hour of making love, they both felt their bodies reaching climax. They were both sweaty and their skin was flushed. But once they hit their climax they both woke up as if they had a bad dream.

Lydia jumped and sat straight up in bed, waking Chris.

"Lydia, what is it? Are you okay?" He asked. She was sweaty and in shock. He got worried when he saw her shaking. "Lydia?"

"I…uh…it was a bad dream." She answered, rubbing her eyes. Chris got up to get her some water. She thickly swallowed and hugged herself. She had no idea what just happened and it frightened her. She grabbed her phone and texted her boss, it was 1 am.

I woke up with a fever. I won't be in today.

Wesker also woke up as if he had a bad dream. He stood up and checked the time. It was at 1 am. He went to the bathroom, turning on the shower to cold. He quickly got undressed and stepped into the shower. Once he finished he walked over to his sink and stared at himself.

"What's happening to me?" He shook his head and rubbed his face with a towel. "Maybe it was just a dream." He spoke aloud, trying to convince himself. It would make sense, all the talk about her the previous day. The rest of the night he couldn't sleep. He left the house around 6:30 to get some coffee. When he got into the office he was late to the morning S.T.A.R.S meeting.

"You look tired Wesker," Barry observed as Wesker set his items down. Chris nodded in agreement.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked, frowning.

"I'm fine, I had a nightmare and I couldn't sleep." He explained. Chris scratched his head. "Wow really? Lydia had a bad dream too. She woke up around 1 am and couldn't get back to sleep. She even had to call in today."

"How strange," Wesker observed before starting the meeting. This wasn't a coincidence or a normal dream. Whatever happened was real, they had visited each other. Wesker needed to speak to her about it.

Wesker went home for the day at noon. He was pacing and staring at his phone, debating if he should call Spencer or try and contact Lydia. After a long while of debating, he called Spencer.

"Wesker, what a surprise. Twice in one week?" Spencer began.

"Enough. What are you keeping from me?" Wesker demanded. "Lydia and I visited each other in our dreams last night." Spencer was quiet on the phone for a long moment.

"What happened in the dream?" He asked, intrigued.

"What does it matter what happened? The real question is why? Why did this happen?" Wesker snapped.

"Tell me what happened." Spencer snapped back into the other line. Wesker was quiet for a moment.

"We had sex." He answered. Spencer was quiet for a long moment.

"In due time you will know why this happened. Please, keep me updated. You have my permission to pursue my daughter." Spencer answered before hanging up the phone again. Wesker became frustrated. He tossed his phone onto the bed.