Yesterday a friend of mine asked me if I have ever dreamt of a person that doesn't exist, and after waking up, missing that person a lot with a heartache. Well, yes, I have, a few times.

There was one that I could never forget. It was so real: I had entered a "portal" between dimensions. I flied into the clouds in the sky of this world, and got out of the clouds in the sky of another world. And I had the conscience that I was in another dimension, I was lucid. There were people with me.
Well, a few events happened but I won't tell them all because they're not relevant now. There was an interesting moment though: I was sitting in a chair, and I looked at my own knees, and, perceiving the type of conscience I had there, I tried to make it like the conscience we have when we're awake. Like, look at your own knees now: they're there, they're real, you feel them as a consistent, physical part of you. It's a concrete presence, that's you conscience when awaken. Well I tried to bring this conscience to that dream, to see if I could feel that all in a more "real and concrete" way. But just as I did it, it all begin to melt down, and all the images started to blur as if I was losing that reality. So I gave up and everything came back to normal. I understood that that dimension was more subtle, I could not force a heavy state of conscience into it, cause it wouldn't support it, it would fall apart.
Oh, and I was a kind of fairy in that dream, and I felt more like me like never!

Anyway. There was a person in that dream, a boy with dark skin like an amerindian with long dark hair. He immediately made me think of Atreju, from The Neverending Story, for some reason. He was kinda wild-looking and very sweet, and I felt I loved him with all my heart. Not a passion love, just love. He was SO important for me. I would not forget his eyes for months after that dream, and just thinking of him would make me want to cry.
In the dream, he was kidnapped by some men in black. They were like, dark sorcerers wearing business suits. They went to a strange, abandoned garden, with broken buildings made of stone, with plants growing all over it. There were dry fountains, and everywhere there was a fire that was venomous and could never be extinguished.
Those men eventually got me too, and I let them do it to see if I could track the "Atreju" boy and rescue him. They tried to poison me, with a substance that would make me feel numb and depressed. It didn't work, but I pretended it did. At the end, I couldn't find the boy. I just woke up with that strong feeling of missing someone very hard. I missed him for months.

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Today I am missing someone from my dreams too. This time it was a girl, with hair dyed red. She was a young art teacher at the school I was (in the dream only). She seemed very temperamental and explosive. I can't remember what happened, but she began to act strange and I was convinced she hated me. I felt angry because there was no reason for that, and I think I started to argue with her. She then would throw a note to another girl that was there, and I would accidently read it, and it was like a little diary and I saw my name written in there... she has written there that she was in love with me. It was written, with a hurted heart, how I would not ever pay attention to her, wouldn't matter how much she tried, day after day, as she was becoming more alone and frustrated. I wasn't supposed to read that. I knew I really didn't even notice she was ever speaking to me. All the anger she was demonstrating was because of the pain she was feeling. I felt really bad. I stopped yelling and just stared at her and asked, "why didn't you tell me?..." But apparently it was too late. I don't know, she just went away. It was so sad, I could feel her pain. I didn't feel anything for her before, but after I knew she had feelings for me, I cared so much for her. I'm missing her a lot now.

I think I'll try to draw those persons from my dreams anytime.


*** Green features ***
Because I'm feeling green.