You finally meet the girl/guy of your dreams and fall in love [ LITERALLY ]

I saw her again that night. Black her, freckles, short shorts, and I knew she played bass but I was n't sure how I knew. We did n't speak in the dream, just kissed. 
 
 I woke up in love, looked around the the empty room. I picked up my guitar and strummed a tune, imagining she was playing along beside me with her bass. 
 
 It's 9:20, in ten minutes I'll have to play background for this dumb cafe show. I'm going to be late, but I do n't care because I'm depressed right now and that makes me feel entitled to lateness. This dream fucks me up every time. 
 
 I get there, and the doorman yells at me. `` You're late'' he says. `` I'm depressed'' I reply. He looks and at me funny. He let's me in without saying anything more. 
 
 Everyone's setting up. Joe the lead comes up to me. `` Hey, here's the crew. It's you, me, Dane, John, Kate & Evelyn'' 
 
 `` Who's Evelyn'' 
 `` New bassist'' 
 
 Then it hit me. Black her, freckles, short shorts, and I knew she played bass but I was n't sure how I knew. 
 
 `` She's real?'' 
 `` I know, she's pretty is n't she?'' 
 `` No, I mean- holy shit.'' 
 Joe looks at me cautiously. 
 `` Do n't be a creep'' 
 
 I spend the whole show looking but not talking to Evelyn. In the dreams I never got to hear her speak- we never spoke. I was so scared. I was afraid to hear her voice, to see what she was actually like. 
 I must've met her before, how else did I dream about her? 
 
 Am I going to marry her? Is this a sign? Does god exist? 
 
 The show ends, people muck around. They flow around each other conversing and introducing themselves to new people over and over. It's the worst and I hate it. I flow over towards Evelyn and I introduce myself. 
 She turns her head. 
 `` Hey.'' 
 
 `` Hi.'' 
 
 `` Evelyn, right?'' 
 
 `` Yes, that's me'' 
 
 She does n't ask who I am, and her body language tells me she's uncomfortable. 
 I press forward even though I'm agitated. 
 `` Where are you from?'' 
 
 `` Utah'' 
 
 `` Utah...'' I repeat 
 She smiles. 
 
 `` Nice meeting you'' I say. 
 
 I walk away, then I stopped. I remembered that I never speak in the dreams, maybe that's it. 
 I walk back, and Evelyn is standing alone. I stand towards her, holding eye contact with her. I'm nervous. I'll just lean in and kiss her. She leans back. 
 `` dude... no'' 
 She pushes me back. 
 `` I do n't know you. I've only like met you once.'' 
 
 
 Wait. 
 
 
 
 `` Wait...'' 
 I continue. 
 `` We've met before?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, at Sarah's party. I was playing bass at her house, and you fell over and passed out. I carried you to her couch.'' 
 
 It all came crashing back. 
 `` You're wearing the same thing you were wearing then.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I like wearing short shorts when I play shows. I want it to be part of my schtick.'' 
 
 That's why. I get it now. Life is n't beautiful or special, it's just fucking weird. 
 I look at her embarrassed. 
 
 `` Well, it was nice meeting you.'' 
 
 
 

