Shallow Sleep

It was a very calm night when i dreamt about him. More or less about two weeks ago.

I just did my usual things before i slept. Nothing special. Studying like dying, boring like hell. Yeah, nothing stimulated me to imagine any extraordinary things. Afterwards I went to sleep while trying to forget all those damn exam anxieties.

At that point of time in my dream, i see someone running in haste. He wears sun-glasses and sophisticated leather jacket. He is so fair, with the glittered black hair covers his head. It is a rainy, gloomy afternoon, so i don't obviously notice his presence.

Surprisingly, that man comes to me and speaks in his odd accent. He opens his glasses, and i see a pair of gorgeous eyes hidden there. "Err, do you know where to call a cab?"

Firstly i feel a bit suspicious. i don't talk to stranger. But seeing that chaste eyes I straightly escort him to seek for a cab. "I'll call one for you," said I plainly.

Later the cab comes. But instead of saying "thank you" that strange man whispers, "You go with me! Won't you?". His notorious eyes glance at me. And I have no other choice to refuse his favor. Yet i nod deliberately without any single word and follow him enter the cab.

The atmosphere is so cold, and we remain in silence. Finally after a while he speaks to me in a very low voice ~again, with such a funny accent~. He escapes from his work. (what a pity, i comment in mind. so many people lost their jobs, idiot!) Then he takes a deep breath, saying that he finds only emptiness and meaninglessness in his current job. He often feel in such hypocrisy, pretending to be modest and chaste. And those feelings tortured him enormously. In response, i can only smile and tell him how lucky he actually is. I often see him abathed in the spotlight, shining as he is. We talk much, and those conversation is meaningful enough for me in learning about the vagueness of humans' fate, along with their discrepancies.

Okay. Maybe that occassion might not seem so special. But what makes me astonished is, i remember those conversation very clearly. I notice his accent, deep breath, fragrance, altogether with my sense of curiousity when i talk to him. Even I memorize the white sleeveless shirt beyond his leather jacket. Moreover I recall what i wear significantly. It happens to me as if it were real. Too real to be true.

After all, I thank God for giving me that unpredictable sights. Dear readers, surely i'm not that freaky to dream about someone i adore with. I also not that crazy to let the unrealistic mind poisoning my radical thought. It just happens naturally. Lastly i have to admit that i enjoy that pleasure so much =).


He~who comes to my dream~
(Don't laugh u fool! It's not like you think about! It is purely a coincidence!)

And That's all?