Who ARE you?

I dream of you almost every night now. Sometimes you're just a flash in my dream, a quick glance and you're gone, other times you're the only thing that my dream's about.

 Who the hell are you? You never look the same every time you visit me in my sleep, and yet I instantly recognise you. I don't know your name, I don't know anything about you, and yet I find that I'm the only one who knows you. It doesn't sense, but then again it's not supposed to. After all, which girl keeps dreaming of a boy she's never met?

Or have we met? I would not know, since you never stay as the same person. You always look different. But there's that something about you that never changes, that always allows me to recognise you. Or is it you who allows me to recognise you? Please, let me find you, or please find me. I think I'm going insane, knowing that you're so close and yet so far.

I'm definitely going crazy, talking to myself like this.

Please.
Find me, and promise that you'll never leave.

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  1. SiegiusSeptember 28, 2012 at 11:55 PM

    It's a beautiful feeling, isn't it? Dreaming of someone, it just feels perfect and right. Then you wake up and the reality hits you and all you feel is a deep sense of longing for that person. I thought I was the only one, really. She's the same in my dreams though, in all of them. She always says the same thing before I wake, and I love and hate what she says. "Time to wake, my sweet. Till next twilight."

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    1. CyanideSeptember 29, 2012 at 12:22 AM

      I'll be honest, I thought I was going out of my mind with wishing to find this person. It's good to know that I'm not the only one who sees their soulmate (for lack of a better word) in their dreams!

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    2. SiegiusSeptember 29, 2012 at 12:49 AM

      It is almost maddening how badly that longing feels, but it's odd because the girl is the same in every dream. I even see her in my nightmares, but she is always a point of safety in all the horrors my mind creates. I don't know who she is, but I fee like I've seen her before...

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 29, 2012 at 1:04 AM

    Perhaps next time you could ask in your dream, who are they?

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