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I hear Mom say, “She’s awake” – but like before, I know she’s not in my room.
I sigh and climb out of bed, trying to clear the fuzz from my head while I get ready. I’m feeling a bit better as I walk into the kitchen and see my parents sitting at the kitchen table with an extremely older gentleman – impossibly old actually. They look at me for a moment before Mom asks, “Are you okay, honey?”
I look at her slightly confused, “Yeah, just a bit fuzzy is all; no such luck for a dreamless sleep I guess.” I pour myself a glass of orange juice. “What’s going on? You’re all making me nervous staring at me like that.”
Hesitantly, and with obvious concern, Dad says, “Amanda, honey, why don’t you sit down sweetheart, we’d like to chat with you for a minute.” I sit warily, waiting for one of them to speak. Finally, Dad asks, “What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Ummm, well that’s where I’m a bit fuzzy, I’m not actually sure what I ‘remember’ and what was dream. I’m pretty sure that the chat we had last night about me controlling my dreams was real,” I say with a look at Dad and he nods yes. “So then yeah, it’s the stuff after I went to bed. So I guess it was all a dream since I just woke up, I am awake right?” I frown when I ask this.
“Oh yes honey, you are definitely awake now, what do you remember about your dream?” Mom asks.
“Well, ironically, it seemed to start with me waking up super excited that I’d had a dreamless sleep following Dad’s advice, then his brother arrived to let you know that your brother was going to be ok, then I went to get ready and that’s where things turn fuzzy. But it was crazy how it all felt far more real than any of my other dreams. I do also recall having a complete anxiety attack until I heard Beauty-boy’s voice which is what made me realize that I was in a dream and then my mind just crashed, but it’s weird how fuzzy the details are, that never happens.”
“Beauty-boy?” Dad asks.
“Oh, that’s just what I call this guy who’s been making a recurring appearance in my dreams – he’s drop dead gorgeous, but my dreams have never given him a name.”
The ancient man at the table chuckles and I look at him curiously.