I've always had an overactive imagination. I mean, I remember telling my mother that I couldn't go to school because I was a cat and my teacher would eat me because he was a dog. Who tells their moms that at four years old? I've always chalked my dreams up to my crazy imagination. I dream about magic and aliens, among other things. But I have never dreamed anything that came true. Everything in my dreams was impossible. The people were never real. They were figments of my imagination that I only made up because I was lonely. Or so I thought. Honestly, I don't think I could have imagined the truth.
"You know we can be together if you just admit what we have is real."
"What are you talking about? We are together, here, in my deepest dreams. You exist in my imagination, you aren't real – we both know that."
"You're wrong, and you know it. See you in the real world Britney."
"Oh, stop being so melodramatic! You and I both know this is only a dream – which I can wake up from any time I want. I'll see you next time Josh, when I can imagine you with a better disposition."
"Josh, I hate you!" I said as I woke up. It took me a while to remember where I was. "That was a weird dream. I think that is the first time Josh has ever been demanding. It must be first day jitters. I mean, it is my first day at Stanford." I feel like I hadn't slept at all. As I drag my legs across the carpet, trying not to wake up my roommate, I find Josh's voice saying the same things he said in my dreams. He haunts me sometimes, almost like he is real – but he's not. "It's just nerves." I can't think of any other reason that he would continue to play in my head like a broken record player. Nerves or not, I am so going to my pre-med orientation.
I've never been able to remember my dreams, and that has never bothered me, until now. Recently, I've been waking up in a frantic state and my roommate/best friend, Mike, has been saying that I keep calling out a girl's name, Britney. He has given me hell about it actually, but I don't even remember the dream. On top of all of that, I don't know anyone named Britney.
What is even worse is that I'm losing my control over things. Have I lost my touch? Great, it's 7:30AM, I need to be at the pre-med orientation at 8. My first day at Stanford and I'm going to be late. Oh, and I feel like a zombie who hasn't slept in 200 years.
I stopped by the school cafe and got a small white mocha. I know it's bad for me, but I really need the sugar. I'm so tense. Luckily, there was a guy at the counter who was nice. "First day, huh?" Gosh, his smile is just so white.
"How did you know?" It was like he could read my mind, so of course I lean in because he is so cute. Apparently he liked me too. I really love Stanford.
"A pretty girl comes in here a little shaky and asks for the most sugary thing on the menu. It is your first day. And it's my first day too, I have a pre-law seminar at noon." His eyes just sparkled at me! They are so blue. "Here is your mocha." Whoa, did he just make it that fast? I mean, I know that I'm not that observant, but that was – "I'm Mike by the way. Maybe, I'll see you back here." Good God, he's flirting with me and I'm standing here sipping my mocha like a moron.
"Ummhumm. Sorry, I really need the sugar. Pre-med meeting. You can bet I'll be back, this is the best mocha ever," Cute and can make mochas – he is so perfect. "See you."
As I turn and walk out he says, "Wait! What's your name?"
"Britney," I keep walking. Maybe I'll come back sooner than I thought.
I can't be late. I just can't, it puts me in a crabby mood. Just so I'd be on time to the orientation, I didn't stop by Mike's new job on campus. However, I did make it here to the meeting with ten minutes to spare. I better find a seat.
As I sat down in a seat at the meeting, I saw someone who looked vaguely familiar. The guy who is sitting in front of me looks like – wait, no – that's impossible.
Just as I look behind me, I see this girl faint. Nobody else noticed, so I jumped over my chair to rush to the girl. The orientation hasn't started yet, so I check her pulse and elevate her head. She opened her eyes for a moment, looked at me, reached for my face, "Josh?" she faintly whispers. Then she falls limp in my arms as her hand rests on my cheek.