Mirror of my Dreams
By: coolkid189
' A dream is a wish your heart made whenever you're fast asleep'
-Walt Disney, Cinderella
Dreams. Dreams are plain weird…It doesn't show you something it confuses you. I really can't imagine dreams in real life…my dreams—that is. Sometimes…oftentimes, I dunno what I want and dreams doesn't help me figure it out…it complicates it. Sure, if you look at me I seem calculated in every way but if you look farther inside I'm frantic. Most of the time I dream of people worshipping me. Boost of ego? Not really, it scares me. It scares me in such a way that I want to forget about it. I hate crowds that's probably a reason…a person or two or my friends looking at me will be fine but a whole bunch of persons…That's awful! Another weird thing is I always see this girl she's very close other than the other people but her face is all blurred up. Every time I see her (in my dreams) three words come into my mind: unique, smart and understanding. It really frights me that I would wake up and think about her. Even though, it frights me I would really like to meet her the words seem to describe her. I dunno who she is but I think she's the one for me. But the question that's been bothering me…Who is she?
A/n: Who am I? I'm spider-man *snorts* yeah right. Corny. This fic is just plain mysterious. But at least we know who they are… *clears throat* I know who they are. *Laughs evilly with thunder and lightning effects*
I'm evil…and mean…Oh, yes, I am…Darn proud of it, baby! It's my special trait.
BTW, it's really up to you and me to give this prologue, a shipping.
SO please review.
I know it's short…but it's only to show you the context of the story.
Once again, reminding you to review,
coolkid