Just a Coincidence Ch.2 – Meeting online.
The moon was at its roundest yet in its weakest lighted form, the gray beams shining onto the calm surface of the ocean. The night sky was dotted with thousands of tiny stars, each star twinkling spontaneously in their places, and mists of clouds started to form, almost surrounding the moon. Small ripple-like waves softly crashed on to the white sandy beach, the shoreline almost flawless, smooth to the sight. A small breeze flowed through the cool crisp air, slipping through the crevices of some giant palm tree leaves, swaying a couple of the trees that stood erect on the shoreline.
He stood there, leaning against one of the palm trees, as he stared at the gorgeous ocean before him. He was waiting there for someone. Her. Again. And he didn't know why.
Something moved from the corner of his eye. He turned around.
The silhouette of her long tresses gently danced about her, as her shadowy form slowly but gracefully made its way toward him. Automatically, he stood up straight from where he was leaning and waited for her to come to him. They both instinctively understood that this was their spot, underneath the palm tree.
He greeted her by tenderly lifting her hand and kissing the top of it. His lips felt her skin, so unbelievably soft and could detect with his nostrils a hint of perfume... A rosy sent. He knew this- he recognized this, for every night it was always that way. The greeting was a ritual that his instinct knew always had to be performed.
The music was playing again, he noticed. He could hear it, coming from a castle on top of the cliff, where she must have descended. The soft notes lingered in the air, making its way toward them. For him this was a sign. He had to dance with her.
He slid his hands onto her petite waist and in response he felt her arms slide up his chest and made their way around his neck. He could feel a desire within this woman, along with his own desire building up inside him. And again, he didn't know why... the desire was for her.
They began to dance...
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I woke up.
As usual I was five minutes earlier than the clock. I sat up and ran a hand through my hair. It was 5:55 am. I widened my eyes and blinked them continuously, until I looked around my room. The darkness greeted me. Nothing's changed.
I dreamt again.
I dreamt of her.
'Why?' I looked at the clock, and with one quick swipe, I shut the alarm. 'Why her? Every night. Always the dancing...'
I stared into space, in deep thought. It was as though I was aware that I was spacing out but continued doing it anyway. Then I shut my eyes. My thoughts briefly led to a vision of the mysterious girl twirling in front of me, imagining I was the one twirling her.
'Her hair... the scent of roses... the beach... music... the soft skin... her ever changing dresses...'
The dreams lasted for a year now. I couldn't understand it. Every night, it was as though I expected the dreams would visit me, and somehow I liked it. She would come to me and I to her. I'd take her hand, lift it, and kiss it and then dance. It was always that dancing, always some form of physical flirtation... and that feeling. No. It was 'those feelings' I felt whenever I was near her- close enough to touch her.
'Comfort. Freedom. Seduction?'
She was always faceless. A shadow was always covering her, hiding something from me. And that white mask.
And what was even more un-comprehendible, why did it feel so real?
The alarm went off. Apparently, my hand was just too quick, quick enough to have not noticed that I hit the snooze button instead of turning it off. This was a first.
"Hmm... Senses probably need some heightening."
I groaned, followed by myself throwing the covers off to one side. I got up from bed. It was time I got ready for school and I was in dire need for a good cup of coffee.
'Lucky guy. Always getting dreams of the same sexy girl. Why bother thinking about it?'
I made my trip to the Crown Arcade. Andrew Furuhata, my best friend was once again cleaning the counter tops of the premises, yet was doing it in an unusual speed. The sliding glass doors did their job as I walked in. The place smelled of household cleaners.
"Hey. Easy on the bleach." I went to the stool in front of the counter, a lazy smile forming. "What's with the cleaning anyway?"
"Yeah, good morning to you too." Before I had even asked him, he had readied a single steaming cup of black java. He slid it to me from across the counter, none of the warm liquid spilling a single drop. "And because of yesterday's 'mall' excursions I had to clean this place like a hospital. Lizzy didn't exactly cover for me like I wanted her to."
"What are you talking about? You only stayed away for three hours."
"Yeah, while I was away it seems that a couple of freshmen and some sophomores made themselves comfortable here. Just look at the crap they left behind." Andrew pointed to a few arcade machines. Each one was covered in the remains of what seemed to be, dried chocolate spilt milk shakes. "And that is just one example of the many messes they've created."
I smirked.
"Many messes they've created." I mimicked Andrew in a high-pitched girly voice. "Hah. You're sounding like a house wife."
"And how am I suppose to say it? The shyt they've created?" Andrew also slid to me a glazed doughnut. "Watch what you say or I'll charge you for this so-called 'shyt' from now on."
"Tisk, Tisk It must be Mina." I opened the newspaper I had just bought from outside.
"What?"
"She's getting to you isn't she? She has you on a leash." I turned a page.
"Getting to me? Leash?"
"What else could it be? You never usually clean this place with an inane smirk plastered on your face the whole time." I lightly chuckled, while scanning through the sports section. "And might I add, you put a little 'oomph' in your steps lately too."
"What the hell? Oomph? Where did you come off with that?" He shook his head. "Didn't I tell you? Mina and I are officially 'on'."
My eyes stopped in the middle of a headline. I lowered my newspaper and eyed him carefully.
"You mean-"
"Yeah, we're serious now." He sighed as he continued to grin, wiping the counter idly. "We talked on the phone last night and we both decided where we were in our relationship."
"Good for you." I resumed analyzing the rest of the sports page. "So what else is new?"
There was a brief pause.
Andrew stopped moving from the corner of my eye.
"Ha. You don't get it do you?" He stood tossing the small white terry cloth to his shoulder. "You just don't get it."
I raised an eyebrow to him.
"Don't get what?"
"I knew it." He pulled the cloth off his shoulder and resumed wiping. "Man, never mind."
"No really. What is it I don't get?"
"Yeah, just never mind." He said it this time shaking his head again and with a hint pity in his voice. "You don't understand love."
Now I dropped the newspaper flatly to the counter.
"Whoa where'd that come from?"
He stopped wiping and faced me.
"Love. I don't think you've felt it. Or else you would've been at least happy for me."
"Is that it?" I arched both eyebrows. "Is it because I didn't congratulate you?"
"Actually, no. It isn't that at all. And you're still as hell clueless." He laughed sarcastically. "But it's okay. Some day, and I hope soon, that one strange crazy day, you'll know it. It will come for you, and it will slap you in the face. You'll realize it."
Now I knew where he was getting at.
"Is it about Beryl?" I questioned quite confidently. "If it's about her-"
"No. It's not her either." He threw me off guard. Now I really didn't know what he meant. "It's about the whole nine yards."
"Whole nine yards?" I asked.
"Yup. The WHOLE nine yards."
We ended the conversation at that. I was clueless.
We both stayed for another fifteen minutes, each of us doing our own morning rounds, him wiping the table booths, myself reading the newspaper, eating the doughnut, and taking my coffee. After that, Andrew locked up and we walked towards school.
That was my typical morning.
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"See I was right. You guys are really an item now." It was lunchtime. Mina and I were the only two at the tables, still awaiting Lita and Raye. "The way you two were handling each other yesterday... it was what some would say 'priceless.'"
"Yeah, and to further support your thesis..." Mina started with a gleam in her eye. "He called me up last night. You know, just talking. And then he asked me where we were, the both of us, and where we were heading in our relationship."
"Stop with the long intros. Just say it." This time I was the one with the BBQ pork and steamed rice. I started poking at the plump sliver of meat.
"I told him I wanted to get serious... And he also felt the same way!" She became giddy and bounced lightly in her seat, all the while holding both my wrists. But of course, I concentrated in picking up the small edible with my chopsticks, and she, having been giddy, caused me to release the food and toss it onto the table. "Oops. Sorry."
"Great. You just wasted food." I got up from the table to disposed the now germ infested morsel. I then came back to the table with a slightly disappointed look on my face.
"Ooh. What's with the mark on your head?" Mina lightly touched her forehead to show where my bruise was.
"Andrew has also messed with your short-term memory too, huh?" I lightly poked the spot thinking that it had completely healed. I was mistaken, feeling a slight sting after applying light pressure to the area with my fingertip. "This was yesterday's bumper-heads with Darien."
"Ah. I remember." She giggled, taking my chopsticks to get to my food. "That was pretty funny."
"Yeah, well not for me. Did you know the guy's head is made of brick?" I rolled my eyes. "It explains why he was stupid enough to do what he did."
"But, Serena, he was just trying to be nice."
"NICE? You call this is nice?" I laughed, pointing to my bruise. "I've seen football players smash their heads against each other. And THAT seems more pleasant than that idiot. Besides he also said I was PMSing. It's not like I didn't hear him."
"Well, like I said it was just an accident and as for the 'PMSing'... at least that idiot you say he is, is going to be one of the guys for my b-day bash."
I choked while sipping some juice.
"Come again?" I patted my chest. "Please, tell me that you didn't just invite the walking hazard to be in the party."
"Sorry but I did. There aren't many guys willing to do this, and I need as many of the help as I can get."
"Right," I continued my meal. "It's not like you need my permission anyway. I'll just hope he steers clear of me."
"Hey, I can't make any guarantees."
"So, how many more girls do you need?" I asked again after completing a chew. "Need my help?"
"Actually I got everyone down, except for one more open spot. I need one more chick." Mina pulled out a piece of paper from her tiny handbag. It was a list of all the people who were going to be in it. "I mean I do know more people but I just don't trust them. I haven't found someone for this spot yet. Maybe during class I can probably ask a girl that, you know, we have a good acquaintance with just to join us."
"Hey." Lita dropped her things on the table along with Raye. With them was a girl our age, blue hair adorning her head, small glasses sitting on her face, and she seemed to look quiet. "Guys, this is Amy Mizuro. She's new here. I met her just yesterday."
"Nice to meet yah. I'm Mina." Mina waved to the girl and so did I. "Hey, I'm Serena. Ditto."
"If it's okay with you guys, Amy will be hanging with us here at lunch from now on?" Lita motioned to have Amy sit with us at the table.
"Sure no problem." The girl was about to set her things down-
"But in one condition." Mina added with a hint of mischief in her face. "You'll have to do something for me."
The new girl seemed perplexed. She closely hugged the Calculus book that she held. She looked a bit quiet.
"Wait Mina, what are you going to make her do?"
"Well, you guys, I've got all 17 girls to do my b-day ball except I need one more to complete the total of eighteen." She grinned. "Why don't you, Amy, take part in my sweet eighteenth debutant ball for me?"
The blue haired girl relaxed. She slightly released the grip on her book.
I whispered to Mina. "Are you nuts? We hardly even know the girl!"
"Well anyone is better than compared to the other girls 'I KNOW' who could do it." She quietly replied. "Trust me, I don't want anyone else. Amy could, and maybe we can even get to know her."
Mina was the type to be spontaneous, but this was just too sudden. I thought a couple of seconds and looked over to the girl. She weakly smiled at the both of us.
"Like I said, you don't need permission to do anything. It's your call."
"Then it's settled. Now the question is, do you agree to participate in it?" Mina smiled brightly to Amy.
"Um, I'd be delighted to... Just as long as I notify my parents." The girl replied as she sat down still with a confused look on her face.
Lita and Raye had by now chatted in their own little world, leaving Amy, Mina, and I to have our
own conversations.
"So, Amy. Serena. You guys going to the masquerade-costume ball coming up next Friday?" Mina and I started to share her food, which surprisingly were what I had yesterday, fried squid and rice. "Andrew and I are going together."
"Obviously, now that you really do have a boyfriend you no longer have to worry about having a date." I ate the first piece of squid. "And no I'm not planning to go."
"Oh not that again."
"And what do you mean by that?"
"You do this. You always say no to going out. For gods sakes you even turn down hanging with us." Mina took a sip of my drink. "This is so typical of you."
"Typical my ass. It's just that I've got better things to do." I defended with a small frown. "Why don't you ask Amy if she's going?"
"Actually I don't think I can make it to this dance either." Amy stated with a tiny smile. She had opened up her Calculus book and had begun doing her homework early. "And besides, I don't have a date like everyone else."
Mina gave Amy a look of slight bewilderment.
"Amy, Amy, Amy. Just because one doesn't have a date doesn't mean one can't go to a dance." Mina lightly giggled, while reaching for another squid. "I mean lookie here. Take a look at those three- Serena, Raye, and Lita. Countless times they've went to dances without a honey. There's no law that says a girl can't go out with her friends."
"Countless?" I grinned. "I don't know about Mina, but I haven't gone to a dance in a long time, period."
"And do you want to know how long she's deprived herself of going to dances? If I can recall, the last time Serena ever went was just about two years ago." Mina added, shaking her head. "It's sad really. I think she's turning out to be a loner."
"Ha. Funny."
"That's why you shouldn't be like her – a loner." Mina half whispered to Amy who also seemed to be amused with Mina's antics. "So why don't you just go with us?"
"I'll go only if Serena goes." The girl played along with Mina with a smile.
"And I thought you were nice Amy." I weakly laughed. "Fine. If you want to play it that way, I'll go if you also go with us."
The bell rang once more. All of us left the tables for class.
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"Come on I want you to see this place!" It was after school and Mina immediately dragged me by the hand as we walked out the gates. "I want you to come with me to see where Andrew works at."
Of course knowing Mina, she had asked me to come with her to the 'Crown Arcade'. Of course I knew of the place, passing it everyday on my way to school or going back home, but never actually setting foot in the small building. I on occasion, would take notice of the teenage packed edifice, its customers always sipping something cold, cool, or icy depending on their mood. If they were not busy chatting and giving attention to their drinks, the 'Crown Arcade' was famous for its arcade machines, and arcade machines they were for they always seemed spotless even though adolescent grubby hands had been busy harassing the innocent little levers and shiny red buttons that sat just below the blaring screens of the machines.
Glass doors slid apart automatically as we set foot into the room. I sniffed. The place smelled strongly of cleaners.
"Hey, take a seat here." Mina put her backpack underneath one of the table booths that were aligned near the windows. "I'm going to look for Andrew."
The plan of course was not only to meet Andrew, but to also wait for Lita, Raye, and the newfound acquaintance, Amy. So I sat, beginning to lose my interest quickly, my eyes roaming around the room. Mina had gone off behind the counter at the front of the entrance, and disappeared behind double swinging doors, which obviously lead to the kitchen. I settled at my seat and looked out the window.
The weather was plain; actually it was one of those sappy happy sunshine kinds of weather that almost made me want to puke. Heck I didn't even notice the weather early this morning until now. Cars passed in neutral speed, the motor sounds muffled from behind the window, a few passer-byers strolling by, and in particular a couple holding hands were talking intimately to one another, walking along side by side across the street.
It always had to be a couple. Always in my view.
Like it wasn't enough that I'm bombarded with 'love-teams' at school everyday, indirectly rubbing the concept of 'attraction' in my face. It's like they were working against me. for no apparent reason. Hell I don't even believe in the concept-
My heart started to pound rapidly. A strange feeling was starting to develop at the pit of my stomach. 'What the hell is this?'
Warmth crawled up my cheeks, and as I began lightly rubbing my chest, the thumping became even harder. 'Am I having a mild heart attack?'
Another ten seconds later, the strange situation started to settle down, but the feeling in my stomach still did not subside.
I touched my cheek.
It's clear that I was currently blushing.
Then he came.
It was Darien Chiba.
He walked casually down passing my view at the window, and headed for the entrance in front of me. He ran a hand through his hair and as he entered, he immediately went for the counter, placing his bag down near another stool. He sat down quickly and began lightly tapping on the little silver bell ringer as if waiting for service, which... he was.
Andrew quickly came out with Mina walking behind him; a wide smile plastered her face. Mina exchanged a quick "hey" with Mr. 'Pretty Boy' and walked toward me with two freshly made cold strawberry milk shakes.
"Ha lookie what I got." She handed me one of the cold drinks. "Andrew gave these to us for free."
"Well I'll be damned. Already you're taking advantage of your boyfriend." I grinned, as I took the straw into my lips. "Thank god you came out. I thought I was having a heart attack."
"What? My best friend can't live without me?"
"In you dreams." I smirked. "So what time will the three come in?"
"Oh, their tutoring will be over soon. Actually they should be here by now."
"Tutoring?" I sipped my milkshake looking past Mina. I glanced at 'Pretty Boy' and Andrew who began a small conversation. The queer feeling in my stomach began to dissolve.
This was strange.
I looked back at Mina. "Since when did Raye and Lita attend tutoring? And why?"
"Heh. You know how they are. They attended to the wrong things other than quote unquote 'important' matters. So now they're paying their just dues." Mina took a sip of her shake then abruptly stopped. "Hey. You're red."
"Who me?" I touched a cheek again. It was still warm. "Oh I don't know. Must be a cold chill or something."
"But I've never seen you blush before. Not like that anyway."
"Eh, don't mind it. After all I am drinking something cold here." I took another sip. "So when did they start again?"
"Oh, just three days ago. I think they're taking tutoring for math." Mina began stirring the shake.
"I guess Lita met Amy during tutoring."
"Did you see the size of that Calculus book?" I looked out the window again, alternating glances between the window, Mina and to the 'Pretty Boy' and Andrew. They were still chatting. "Judging by the attention Amy was giving it, Amy should be the one tutoring those two."
"Well actually, she is tutoring the two." Mina said as-a-matter-of-factly. "Anyway, I hope Amy's the one for the job."
"You're having doubts now?" I said rather loudly.
"I hope not about me." Andrew started walking towards us. Apparently his chat with the 'Pretty Boy' ended. "How are the shakes ladies?"
"Not bad. It could use some more strawberries." I slyly smiled, winking to Mina. "But of course you probably added my share of the strawberries in her shake."
"He's sweet but not that sweet." Mina giggled as she scooted over to the window side of the booth. Andrew sat down next to her. "Anyway we were just talking about a girl I invited to be one of my eighteen-"
"Who we hardly know." I cut into Mina's sentence. "Now she's doubting about the decision."
"Hey I didn't say that. Serena's just putting words in my mouth." Mina smiled brightly to Andrew, who placed an arm around her. "I just said I was hoping she's the one to do the job right."
"So, what? Sixteen other girls could mess up the whole thing." The 'Pretty Boy' joined in the conversation, as he walked toward us. Suddenly my milk shake looked interesting. "Why worry about one, when all of them could 'Not do the job right' as you say it?"
The pit of my stomach started to churn again. Maybe it was because of the exposure to the smell of bleach in here.
"Yeah, probably those who can't watch where they're going could 'mess it up'." I sarcastically said while I began to stir the half empty drink.
"Oh look. It's PMS girl. So how are you doing? Drop any things lately?" He replied with the same level of sarcasm.
My cheeks started to retain heat again. I felt them change to a pinkish hue.
"No not really. But if I do, I'll let you know when I want one of these again." I brushed my bangs back and pointed to the bruise on my forehead.
'That should give him a guilt trip.'
For a brief moment he stopped. Through his dark blue eyes I almost saw what I wanted to see, the apologetic look. I ALMOST had my victory. But as quickly as it came, his face changed from sympathetic to amused as he began to chuckle. That stupid ass h-
"Aww. Didn't know PMS girl could bruise easily."
"Why I aught to kick your idiotic ass-"
"-I wouldn't do that if I were you. You'd end up hurting yourself instead of me-"
"OH LOOK! There they are!" Mina quickly pointed to the window as Raye, Lita, and Amy came strolling by. "Andrew, I'll help you make the shakes for them."
"Uh, yeah, yeah." Mina began pushing Andrew off the booth and scooted herself out of her seat. I on the other hand began a staring war with Mr. 'Pretty Boy' giving him the biggest glare I can muster. Neither of us flinched. I wanted to win this.
"Well I don't have time for this anyway. I'll just see you tomorrow Andrew. Mina." He quickly nodded to them and walked away, leaving me to stare at his empty spot. I was shocked. I watched as he took his bag, gave a swift glance at the three of us and walk pass the three other girls who didn't take notice of what just happened. As I looked back for Mina, they had both disappeared into the kitchen; the swinging doors slightly swinging.
"So what's going on?" Lita and the other two walked over to my booth and we began a conversation. A few minutes later, Andrew and Mina joined us with a fresh batch of shakes for the three and a second round for Mina and myself.
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Dear Jay,
I dreamt of him again. This time we were at the beach. He was waiting for me at the big palm tree again. And he was so hot. I can't help it if I got a weak spot for the dream guy. Sometimes I guess he's the only one who cares. Just dancing with him... it makes me feel different. Like it's not even me... or maybe a truer me? I don't know.
It always feels so real. Like just last night. Wow... he just picked up my hand and kissed it so softly. His lips felt so warm... I could've sworn I felt it. Every night he does this to me when we meet. And then we started dancing again.
As always I couldn't see his face...
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I sat back and looked over what I wrote. It was amazing that I could remember the dream even after the whole day had just passed by... maybe because these dreams are repeated over and over? No.
Although there were similarities, like the dancing, how he greeted me, how we dressed, and all that other mushy stuff, there was still always something different about it every night. Like something was building in those dreams. Every time we touched it was as if another piece of the puzzle was being fitted onto the board. But why would it be building? He's only a dream...
"That would never come true that's for sure." I mumbled to myself as I stretched back at my seat. "Me and a dream guy in real life? It will never work."
I looked over to the computer near my desk. It sat there for about a week untouched. Heck, let's turn it on shall we? I did all my homework and...
After my computer warmed up I logged online. I didn't really do much online besides getting help to do my homework but I was into message boards; and hell they were fun. People had the chance to talk about anything and I mean ANYTHING. But of course there were the occasional poor topics being discussed when much else wasn't said. I was more of a reader than a poster. I looked around for something that would catch my eye.
'Hmm... nothing here.' I had scrolled half way down the page and found nothing interesting.
'Oh look. Here's one about 'what's your favorite color?' I lightly shook my head and sighed.
EXPLAIN YOUR SCREEN NAME.
DO YOU LIKE PIZZA CRUST?
WHAT ETHNIC BACKGROUND DO YOU COME FROM?
WHOSE AVATAR IS THE BEST?
Finally, I left the 'general discussion' forum and clicked the 'serious discussion' link. 'Man they're running out of things to talk about.'
I waited for the page to load again. The first thing to appear in the list of topics: REPETITIVE DREAM: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
"Hmm..." I looked over to the number of how many replied. Zero...
How sad.
'Repetitive dream? That sounds like me...' I clicked the topic. "Let's give it a try."
Slowly the items on the page began to load. I waited patiently and so did my interest.
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TOPIC: REPETATIVE DREAM: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
AUTHOR: sxytuxboi
Hey I've been having dreams about a girl... had it for a long time. Anyone an expert on these things? Reply ASAP. Details will be provided through PMs Private Message.
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My heart began racing. I blinked a couple of times. Could it be? Nah...
'Hmm... A guy? What are the chances of this guy having a similar situation like me?' I read the message over again. 'Maybe it's a wild coincidence?'
"Must be one of those weird computer junkies using this to pick up chicks." I looked at over at the date. It was created today. Actually, it was made just fifteen minutes ago.
I clicked on the 'reply to post' link. I began to type.
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TOPIC: RE: REPETATIVE DREAM: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
AUTHOR: lone1igr1
Maybe it's just a psychological thing for you. How serious are these dreams anyway? Do you get them... every night?
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I clicked the 'post' button. The page reloaded again and at the bottom of his original message was my own. My reply probably didn't do anything for him.
"Maybe he gets it on occasion..." I looked over my own message for the last time. I was about to click the address bar to type in another message board forum address but my hand lightly jerked, accidentally clicking the reload button. "Crap."
This time the page started loading slower. The scroll bar became longer.
I scrolled down.
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TOPIC: RE: RE: REPETATIVE DREAM: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
AUTHOR: sxytuxboi
Yes, actually I've been having them every night. And as for it being psychological, no I don't think so.
Lucky guess.
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I froze.
That was a quick response.
I arched an eyebrow and clicked the 'reply to post' link again.
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TOPIC: RE: RE: RE: REPETATIVE DREAM: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
AUTHOR: lone1igr1
Okay. Did you have them for... about a year?
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I waited a few minutes biting my lower lip.
I clicked the reload button again but instead of the page reloading, a pop-up message appeared and said I received a PM.
"Looks like I struck the right cords." I clicked the option of reading the message at the current browser. "Oh... And what's this?"
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SUBJECT: (NO SUBJECT)
AUTHOR: sxytuxboi
Yeah, it started last year. In fact I just had one last night.
That's another lucky guess.
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I widened my eyes.
This was getting weird.
I cracked my hands and began to type.
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SUBJECT: RE: (NO SUBJECT)
AUTHOR: lone1igr1
Lucky guess? I don't think so.
You know, I've been having dreams about a guy too for about a year. And in fact, I also had a dream of him last night.
Actually, I get dreams of him every night, non-stop coincidently like you.
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I clicked the 'send' button again but I held down the button before letting it go. Did I really want to share this information with someone? I looked over my message again.
'Hell this guy doesn't know who I am... No big deal right?' I released the button. 'Who cares?'
I waited another five minutes.
He replied again.
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SUBJECT: RE: RE: (NO SUBJECT)
AUTHOR: sxytuxboi
Really? That's interesting... Well in my dreams, the girl and I always... dance. Does... that sound strange to you?
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"Nah... It can't be." I shook my head again. "Dancing? In the dream?"
'Well at least I know he not talking about having perverted dreams...' I weakly laughed, as that weird feeling in my stomach, like the one earlier back in the arcade began to return.
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SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: (NO SUBJECT)
AUTHOR: lone1igr1
No. It doesn't seem strange. It sounds pretty romantic though. But to be truthful, the guy and I dance too... but with like this strange music. It's not loud though.
Do you have a setting or settings in the dreams you have? I have a total of two, one in the beach, and one in a garden...
Sounds crazy doesn't it?
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An eternity of another five minutes passed by.
He replied again.
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SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: RE: (NO SUBJECT)
AUTHOR: sxytuxboi
You know for a stranger, you seem to know a lot about this. Do you have an e-mail address or wait... better yet, do you have some form of instant messaging?
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I looked at the message.
The feeling at the pit of my stomach did not leave.
'This is the WRONG time to get a freaking ulcer...'
I took a deep breath and began typing again.
I started with changing the subject heading.
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SUBJECT: Both e-mail and instant messaging.
AUTHOR: lone1igr1
My e-mail's and I have AIM so you can just use my current screen name,
lone1igrl. Do you mind giving me yours?
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I hesitated clicking the 'send' button. The screen blared at me. I blinked a few more times and
sighed. Do I really want to continue this?
'So what? It's not like you're giving him your full name and address...'
And I clicked.
Three minutes passed by and he replied.
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SUBJECT: RE: Both e-mail and instant messaging.
AUTHOR: sxytuxboi
sxytuxboijch. and my AIM is also sxytuxboi. Anyway I can't continue my conversation right now, I actually have to leave. I'll just e-mail you tomorrow. Good night lone1igrl.
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I sighed again.
I was finally talking about my strange dream with somebody, whom I hardly knew of course, but maybe it would be worth it?
I looked at the total messages. Maybe I could keep these? Maybe show this to Mina?
'But she doesn't even know about your dreams remember?' I turned on the printer next to the motherboard. 'You don't want to tell anyone else about this right? She and the rest of them will think you're insane.'
"Might as well print them out for some evidence to show proof that my dreams may mean something then." I loaded some paper into the printer. "Start an investigation about these dreams?"
'I'm weird.'
The printer, after having printed the messages, ejected a total of three pages.
"Now where to stick these..." I looked around and thought about putting them in the drawer.
"Nah might get all wrinkly... Ah I know... In here."
I neatly tucked the pages onto the slits of my journal. "I knew I'd find use for this."
