Some say that when people dream, they dream of their deepest desires. Dreams help us store important memories and lessons. Whether it's someone you hold close, or a past memory you wish you could change, every dream is unique. My dreams, however, are slightly more unusual.
No matter where my dream takes me, a mysterious person would always appear. It didn't matter if I found myself running from a tiger in the Amazon or waking up to fighting zombies in a subway towards Busan. In every dream I can remember, I would always see the same exact girl. The weirdest thing is, I never met or saw this person in the waking world either.
My imagination has always been extremely active, but it always felt surreal whenever I drew near to her. I knew she wasn't someone who I met in person, yet I always felt a pull towards her. An attraction. Like I knew her from somewhere else.
I could never talk to her in my dream, though, since I would always wake up right as I opened my mouth to call out to her.
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And just like that, I was yanked out of sleep by my alarm. Same loud, annoying ringtone I've been meaning to change but never do.
I reached under my pillow, grabbed my phone, and hit stop. The screen glowed with the time. 8:23.
I stared at it for a second. Definitely slept in. I got too caught up in that dream again.
I jumped out of bed and started rushing to get ready. I had only been at this job a few weeks, so showing up late wasn't going to make the best impression. It also didn't help that I lived about an hour away from the office.
I threw on my coat, grabbed my uniform, and left in a hurry. No time for breakfast, no time to overthink.
So far, the job's been solid. The people are decent. The company treats me fairly. It's been easy to settle in, even in a short amount of time. I've met a few people I actually enjoy being around, which is rare for me at a new job.
I got in my car and started driving, music already playing through the speakers. I tapped along to the beat and tried to shake off the grogginess.
"Another day of work," I said to myself, staring at the road ahead.
The dream was fading like they always do, but that feeling stuck with me.
It always does.