The first time I met him was in my dream. He already knew my name but I didn’t know his, he never did tell me. His deep blue eyes held a secret. The way he spoke was as if he was from another world, his fair skin held a glow that somehow even in the darkest place he would be a light. He didn’t usually smile bit if he did my face would burn up and I would have to turn around. But, it’s just a dream I’m not really blushing or talking or seeing these things for real life. It’s just when I see him in my dreams, my dream becomes a reality and it’s just me and him. He is taller than me but I don’t feel like I’m looked down on. We look up to each other.

But still, it’s just a dream right?

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“Ah!” I abruptly sat up. My breathing was uneven. My hair was stuck to my face and I was shaking slightly.

‘That was a very bad dream’ I thought to myself. I could remember it very clearly in my mind. I thought about it for a while but then piece by piece, it disappeared from my memories. I tried to grasp it but I couldn’t. The only thing I can remember is that boy. I can still see his silvery white hair. It would blow in the wind softly to make it look as soft as feathers.

I sighed in contentment.

Wait! What was I thinking?! Was I falling in love with a boy from my dreams? But I wonder. Every time in my dreams different people are always around me. They are never the same.

Besides him, he always remembers me no matter what and I also remember him. He’s the only person that ever stays in my thoughts.

My name is Naomi. I love dreaming, really. I day dream and think a lot too.

I have this place that I escape to when I feel like it. It’s my own little world I control everything in it. I also love star gazing. Just looking up at the night sky calms me. My parents don’t get along very well, they are always fighting. I don’t know why, they just do. I am an only child and always will be. I’m currently 15 and single. I have long brown hair that gets on my nerves because it won’t curl no matter how hard I try. My eyes are just empty the only emotions you would probably see in them are sadness, calmness and sometimes anger. Their colour is a dull green; I never did like my eyes. I do well in school with work but not friends. I usually have a window seat and every day I just stare out the window thinking of what it would be like it I had ever moved to a new place. I would never leave this small isolated community thought. I know almost everyone besides for the people around my age. I babysit the smaller kids, the ones who can’t stay home by themselves. I don’t charge any one anything, but they give me some money I refuse but they always poke it somewhere in my bag of books and movies to keep the children entertained with.

This is home but my dreams are where I want to be. All the time I sometimes wish that I could sleep for eternity, that is what I dream of sometimes.

I look at my digital clock. It‘s 5:21am It is a Sunday so I don’t have to worry about rushing for school.

I lay back down on my bed. I’m fully awake now because of my nightmare. It was horrible all the fighting and bloodshed. I tried to run away but my feet were stuck to the burgundy coloured ground. Then in the blink of an eye an arrow was shot through my chest. I didn’t feel any pain but the shock was enough to kill me. When I looked up at the person, who I saw was him. He looked at me in horror. He froze and out eyes locked before I woke up in my bed with no arrow through my torso.

I touched the place where in my dream was shot with the arrow. I could still feel my cotton pyjamas. My skin was not torn or drenched with blood because it was all a dream, no a nightmare it was.

Huh? Why is it that I remember my nightmare? I thought that it had just flown away with all my other dreams and nightmares.

Clink, clink, clink, I heard that noise in my right ear. It sounded like bottles hitting each other. I turned my head, 4 bottles all attached to a string were moving and making the clinking noise. But inside the bottles well one of them was a red light nothing more the bottles were small and the light was smaller. Yet it shone with worn rays like the sun.

All the bottles were attached to one string and they were attached to a belt that was holding up a pair of black jeans. I looked up. A baby blue shirt then long arms and fingers, finally I met their eyes they were sparkling in the dim light coming from the approaching dawn. Their skin looked like it was glowing but I didn’t really pay attention to that. It was their blue eyes and soft smile that made me blush. I ducked under the covers of my bed. I had never seen this person before. But they looked oddly familiar.

“I won’t hurt you Naomi. I promise” Their voice was quiet and deep. How did they know my name? And why- I mean how did they get into my house? Who were they? Was I still dreaming?

“Naomi, come out from under the blankets, I won’t kill you” He still didn’t convince me.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” they asked laughing softly.

“Am I supposed to know you?” I brought the sheets down over my eyes a little bit to see him. His sliver white hair reflected in the small amount of light.

“You should because I never took my image from your dream’s memory” He looked down at the bottle with the red star.

Wait, he never took his image from my dream’s memory?

What do you mean by that?” I furrowed my brow in confusion. He turned his attention back to me and smiled.

“I’ll tell you later, maybe” he went to walk away but I reached out and caught his shirt. He stopped in his tracks.

He looked over his shoulder at me, “What is it Naomi?” I looked deep down into his eyes. I saw something, he was hiding something.

“Am I still dreaming?” I asked him. I really needed answers right now.

“That’s a secret” he winked, I frowned.

“AM I DREAMING?” I said with more force.

He turned around fully; he leaned down and kissed me on the nose. I all of a sudden felt very sleepy.

I closed my eyes and fell back on to my pillow. I heard his voice off in the distance.

“I’m just your ordinary dream catcher Naomi. So don’t worry” A dream catcher? What was that?

I tried opening my eyes but they wouldn’t obey me. Then I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about something that I didn’t really understand. Dream Catchers.

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Well here’s the new story I kind of promised. I think that this one is better than Cute to tell you the truth I put more effort into it. So please review! If you do I will give you imaginary sweets! Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I’m still working on those things.