by Belinda Southwark

Created on: August 03, 2008

You know, I kind of do believe in soul mates. I believe in a lot of weird things. I do the whole name compatability thing and I think about things way too deeply. I'm a serious person, and I often feel so much older than what I am. I think like an old person, which may be a little strange......but that's me- a strange person! But maybe that's just the after affect of a dream I had a few nights back. It....well, does it sound weird if I say broke my heart? I think about this dream all the time and I'm...longing for it? Disappointed at the loss of it? Grief stricken? Maybe that's going a little bit too far....Well anyway. I can't remember most of it but I remember some parts of it, the important parts.

I was sitting on an oil tank set in what appeared to be a bigger version of the path around my house. I fell back against the cold wire fence. I looked up. A woman with pinkish red hair was standing there below me. She looked familiar, but the tall boy a year or two older than me didn't. He had dark brown hair and a...well, not exactly handsome, but intruiging face. I wasn't surprised to see them...it was as if I was expecting them to be there.....
They helped me down and the woman ran off. The boy said his name and we walked off hand in hand.

I was sitting with my friends in school. It was lunch time and I remember feeling a little confused because some of my friends that were there didn't even go to my school! I looked across the hall and there he was. I got up and walked over to him. He was sitting alone and I walked past him and smiled at him, and I saw myself from a distance, and I saw myself walking away...maybe it was from his point of view, or my friends but anyway.

We were walking back to my house hand in hand. It was a beautiful dark night and I saw his face clear in my mind.

And then the dream was over.

And now....
I can't remember his name. It could have been Luke or Liam. I can still remember his face, but it's fading away, and something....well I just felt so free in the dream, happy just to look at him, happy just standing holding his hand....
And I was singing and when i got to the words 'Kiss Me' I caught my breath. I saw his face, this fictional person, swimming in my mind and I knew that I wanted that boy, and I wanted to hold his hand forever and kiss him and look at him.........
And with a terrible certainty, I knew I loved a dream.

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