I am different. I can see the future. As I sleep. I never have dreams. I only have future premonitions, past events. When I was a kid, I had only a few dreams I can remember, ones of me running, or physically feeling pain, and waking up with marks on my body. I no longer have those. Just past and future dreams. Most dreams, I keep to myself, and wait for them to play out. But this one I will wright about. Now, I only remember parts of a dream. I dream it all, and its fresh as day when I wake up, but when I think about it, its all a foggy memory. Now try to understand what I am saying, because it will be confusing, even for myself to understand.
Rain. Warm rain. The summer. Cloudy skies. Trees. Woods. No. Trees. A path. Grey cement. Stones in the cement. Straight. Looking down. Someone stands beside me. White. No. Somewhat tint. Maybe. I think. Not sure. My body. Warm. At peace. Dead...? Not sure. Walking. Not talking. No words. I gently go to hold her hand. Not a word escapes our mouth. The rain has cleared. Still cloudy. Grey. Foggy. Mist on the ground? No. No mist. Holding hands. Warm. Still walking. Time skip. In a room. Wood floors. Not old wood. A table. She is sitting there. Black hair. Long black. Or brown. Hair. Down past her shoulders. Half way past her back. A pencil. A paper. Words on it. On a table. Rectangular. She is sitting. On a chair. In front of this table. Brown table. Light brown. My hand. Gently put on her shoulder. A small laugh is let out. Of her. So peaceful. So distant. So mysterious. Yet so warm. I awake. I try to go back to sleep. Not going to happen.
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