I once dreamt about a guy who I never met. Who never existed beyond my subconscious mind. I dreamt that he and I were in some trouble and we were running away from bad guys or something. Like in the movies. Holding hands. But even though trouble was all around us, I felt safe holding his hands and the feeling of being in love and loved back was just too soothing and overwhelming than the danger chasing us. I woke up, felt sad that the dream was short and tried to remember his face since it was already a blurry in my memory. Anyway I put it away and carried on with the day without ever thinking about it.

That night while going to sleep, I never imagined I would dream about him again. And the dream was a continuation of where we left off. Dreamt that he and I was finally safe, sitting on a sidewalk or I think below a street lamp (can’t recall well about the details) and his arm was injured and plastered and but I was leaning my head on his good shoulder. We both were exhausted but was feeling safe and him smiling down at me.

Woke up again... couldn’t stop thinking about anything else but about this whole day and trying to remember his blurry face yet again! Went to sleep that night with hopes that I can dream again but alas it was the final one.

Over the years I did dream this mystery guy now and then, though I don’t know if it was the same face but the feeling... ahh the feeling of love was just the same that I felt since dream 1.