I have updated since 2013 holy crap I didn't mean to take this long I'm sorry. I'm just messing around with random plot ideas by this point. Don't mind me. Hey, at least I updated.

Dreamers

It's said that dreams reflect your waking desires. Dreams can tell the future, bring premonitions. Dreams can be deep and meaningful. Sometimes they're just bullshit that attacks your brain when it's the most vulnerable. However, some dreams are portals that connect you to others. More importantly, they connect you to your soul mate.

They say that in the weeks leading up to your first encounter with your soul mate you'll start having dreams about them. Anything from seeing them in the distance to holding them close to you. Not everyone believes such things but they most likely have yet to meet their soul mate. Or they may not have one at all.

The first time you saw him was in a dream. You were in school and he was sitting across the cafeteria. At first you didn't notice him but then you realized that everyone else was a blur and he was crystal clear. He was staring at you and it made you nervous. You knew immediately what was happening and woke up from the shock of the realization. The next day at school you looked for him. It was a large campus so there was no guarantee that you'd see him but you couldn't help looking over your shoulder and scanning the face of every person that walked by.

The next night you dreamt of him again. You were lying in the grass staring up at the clouds when you felt a hand touch yours. You turned your head and sure enough he was lying beside you. He had sunglasses covering his eyes but you could see from the side that he was looking up. His fingers were barely brushing yours but your heart was racing. You wanted to speak but others reported that when you tried to speak the other couldn't hear you. You couldn't exchange personal information before meeting. It had to be natural.

A week passed and you dreamt of him every night. One night he was listening to music and you were just staring down at him. His glasses were off and he looked up at you. You could hear his music making you wonder if he went to bed with headphones on. You just sat across from him and listened until you woke. Another night you were up in a tree and he was down on the ground looking up at you. You have a fear of heights and you were afraid but you knew it was a dream and you wanted to be on the ground with him. So you slowly climbed down branch by branch. When you reached the bottom you lost your footing and fell backward only for him to catch you. His chest against your back felt warm and his hands felt real. You woke up still feeling his arms around you.

Every day you looked for him but you never saw him. He could be anywhere on campus. You didn't know what building he'd be in, what classes he was taking or if he worked on campus and wasn't a student at all. You started to wonder what he was like. Would you even be compatible? Sure these dreams meant he was your soul mate but what if you hated each other? You woke up one morning convinced that something would happen and the feeling followed you all day. It made you anxious and paranoid. What if today was the day you met him? You hid in the bathroom for a while afraid youd be sick from the butterflies in your stomach. Nothing ended up happening. You went about your normal day and then went home.

You started thinking about sleeping all day. You wanted to dream of him some more. A week and a half had passed since the dreams started. You began to notice how comfortable you felt in the dreams. When it first happened you felt weird and awkward around him. Now everything was different. After a long stressful day including a failed test, an argument with a friend and a flat tire you wanted nothing more than to sleep. When you opened your eyes in the dream you were lying on the ground, your head on his chest and his arm around your shoulders.

The next night he wasn't there. You were in a library but you didn't see him anywhere. Maybe he wasn't asleep yet. Maybe he'd show up any second. You sat at a table and waited but eventually you got restless. You began searching the aisles. Maybe he was reading or listening to music somewhere. You started to panic. What if something had happened to him? What if he never showed up again? You ran through countless aisles of books until everything became a blur. You couldn't breathe, you were afraid. You wanted to see him. You'd never met him awake and never even knew his name but you wanted to see him. The shelves around you seemed to grow taller, leaning over you and leering down. The books whispered that you would be here alone forever. Your soul mate was gone.

Then you felt fingers on your shoulder and looked up to find him staring down at you with his eyebrows knit together in concern. You cheeks felt wet and you wondered if you were crying in your sleep. You put your head down on his shoulder and his hand came to rest on your back. All of your fears were gone and the library returned to normal. The next day you realized that you were scared. More scared than you were in the library. You were scared because you were already so attached to someone you didn't even know. The boy in the sunglasses who listened to music when he slept and held you close until you woke.

You put off sleep the next night. You stayed up to work on projects and papers that weren't due for weeks and cleaned your apartment from top to bottom. When you were done the clock only read midnight so you invited some friends over for drinks and games. They distracted you as you talked, played, laughed and drank until they slowly began to leave. One by one until it was just you sitting alone. You were exhausted. There was nothing left to do but sleep. So you climbed into bed and closed your eyes.

He was sitting on the edge of the bridge that overlooked the stream in the park when you opened your eyes. You could hear his music again and he was nodding his head to the beat and tapping his fingers on the bridge. You sat beside him wondering if he was mad that you'd left him waiting so long. His hand covered yours and he continued tapping along to the music on your knuckles as if your fingers were piano keys. You were sure that was a sign that he wasn't angry at all.

Today when you wake you feel refreshed. Your alarm is beeping obnoxiously beside you and you should feel miserable from lack of sleep but instead you feel optimistic. You take a shower, comb your hair into a presentable style and put on one of your favorite outfits. Today is going to be a good day. You don't care that it's raining when you walk out of your apartment or that someone had dented your bumper and drove off without leaving a note. You don't care that you catch every red light on your way to campus or that your professor has canceled class without sending out an email so you have nothing to do for the next few hours. You feel obnoxiously optimistic and you wonder if it shows.

You kill an hour playing video games in a friend's dorm room before meeting with others for lunch. They question why you seem so happy but you just shrug and say you don't know. You make the mistake of getting up to throw away your garbage first so naturally everyone piles theirs on top but you don't mind. Nothing can annoy you today. You dump the tray full of garbage into the nearest can and return to the table with your friends. They're talking about a DJ they saw at a club a few nights ago. They had invited you to come but you had wanted to sleep. That was the night in the library when he hadn't shown up for a while. They tell you that he is a student at your school and probably in the music department. They say that you'd have liked his music.

You're leaving the cafeteria when Rose stops and points to someone running through the rain with only an already soaked hood covering their head.

"That's him." She says. "The DJ we were telling you about."

You tilt your head to try to see his face but you can't. He's looking down and he has sunglasses covering his eyes. Who wear sunglasses in the rain? They look familiar though and then when the two pieces click you suddenly can't breathe.

Your friends are talking about meeting him but you can barely hear them because you're almost certain that those glasses belong to him. They wave him over saying they'd seen him at the club and want so chat. Now covered from the rain he lowers his hood and you know for sure that it's him. You kind of want to hide. You thought you were prepared for this but now that it's happening you don't know what to do. He hasn't noticed you yet and you realize you are hiding. You'd backed away from your friends without realizing and you're staring at them from behind a pillar.

You aren't ready for this. You're too nervous. You might throw up. You can't throw up in front of him when you've just met. You need to calm down first. You press your back to the concrete pillar and take several deep breaths. Your hands are shaking and you're not completely certain you can walk just yet.

"John?" You hear Jade call out your name and you crouch down in an attempt to make yourself small. Maybe they won't find you. You can't do this, you can't do this, you can't do this.

Jade's head pops around the pillar and she laughs. "What are you doing? Come meet our new friend."

You shake your head back and forth and cover your mouth and nose with your hands. She raises his eyebrows and tugs on your sleeve.

"Come on weirdo. Since when are you afraid of strangers?"

Jade has always been stronger than you and she proves it again by pulling you up and out from behind the pillar so you gracefully stumble out in front of him. Everyone is staring at you but you're just awkwardly watching him while balancing yourself on Jade's shoulders.

Even though you can't see his eyes you know that he's looking at you too. You think you might actually pass out as you both stare unmoving at one another. Your friends are looking between you two, sensing that something weird is going on. You want to run but you're already embarrassed and you're afraid you'll trip and fall on your face if you try. Instead of stand frozen, clinging to Jade for dear life. Your face is hot.

"Dave." He finally says.

"What?" You ask, only half realizing either of you spoke.

"My name. It's Dave."

"J-John." You stutter.

Jade shakes free from your grip and smoothes the material of her shirt where your fingers wrinkled it. "What is wrong with you two?"

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. You ran this through your head a hundred times in the past two weeks and this isn't how you expected it to go. You hid like an idiot and managed to completely embarrass yourself. He's still staring at you and you want to look away but for some reason you just can't.

"Want to get out of here?" He asks.

You have class in fifteen minutes but you suddenly don't care and find yourself nodding. You say goodbye to your friends without an explanation as you lead him through the rain to your car. You share you umbrella and his shoulder bumps yours from time to time before he presses his side against yours. He's warm. Your hands fumble for your keys as you unlock the door and climb inside. You don't speak as you start the car and pull out onto the street. You don't live far and it's a matter of minutes before you're pulling into a spot in the lot outside your building.

He silently follows you up the stairs and down the hall to your door. Once inside you kick off your shoes and go to the kitchen to heat up water. You don't really want anything to drink and you aren't that cold but you need to do something before you explode from the quiet. The quiet in the dreams hadn't bothered you. You didn't have a choice. But now one of you should really be saying something.

You rush around the kitchen getting mugs and the different tea and hot chocolate you have. You're reaching for the coffee when something makes you stop. Music. The music you'd heard in your dreams. You turn to see that the music is coming from his phone. He sets it on the table that sits half in the kitchen, half in the living room. Then he moves forward and you take a step back without meaning to but that doesn't stop him. The rest of the world melts away as he comes to a stop in front of you and cups your cheeks between his hands. You reach up and pull off his glasses without thinking and seeing his eyes only makes you more anxious.

"We're awake." He says.

"Yea." You're voice comes out barely above a whisper and it's all you can think to say.

His forehead gently collides with yours and your fingers reach out to clutch the damp fabric of his shirt. You close your eyes and listen to the music and feel his hands on your skin and his breath against your lips. Slowly you begin to relax. Everything feels calm like in the dreams except better because you're awake.

"You're a DJ?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yea."

"This music is yours?"

"It's mine."

"I like it."

He hums in agreement or approval, you aren't sure which. His forehead leaves yours and when you open your eyes he's looking at you.

"I didn't believe in it. Seeing the dreams. Everyone I know told me they were real but I couldn't imagine it actually happening. And when it did I wasn't sure what to do. I thought you might not like me or I might not like you." You feel better knowing he had the same thoughts you did. "But I felt comfortable around you and I started to believe that this was real and we'd meet."

"Are you disappointed?"

"Are you?"

"I asked first."

His lips turn up just a bit and he lets out a puff of air through his nose. "Not at all."

"Neither am I."

After a few more minutes he decides on hot chocolate and you move to the couch with your mugs. You sit and talk about your lives. Where you grew up, what your family is like, what you're majoring in school. You tell him that you play the piano and promise to play for him sometime. Before you know it hours have passed and you're no longer talking. You'd nearly choked on your drink while laughing and he said it was cute and somehow it leads to him kissing you. Talking was nice but this is nice too and you can't decide which you like better.

You'll have to explain everything to your friends and you'll probably have countless texts when you return to your day to day reality. But for now you're happy lending him pajamas, curling up on your bed beside him and talking until you fall asleep in his arms. You don't dream of him that night but you aren't sad because he's there when you wake up and that's better than any dream.

Blurgh I just kind of wrote that out in one sitting and idk how I feel about it but there it is. Eventually I'll do one from Dave's POV. Probably. Not sure what I'm doing for E yet.