[ WP ] You possess the ability of persistent lucid dreaming . Accompanied by a strange man/woman , together you build a world you revisit every night . One day you see them at a coffee shop . You immediately recognize each other .

I once read that every face you see in a dream, is someone you met in your life. crazy huh? Every person you imagine in your dream world is someone you've come across. Do n't believe me? maybe it's just someone you passed on the street, or someone waiting in line behind you to get coffee one morning. their face long since hidden from your conscience memory. but buried deep, waiting to resurface again the next time you drift off to slumber-land. 
 
 As long as I was a kid I've had similar dreams. Me and this one boy building worlds together. I know it sounds silly, but me and him would work together. He would be king of some splendid kingdom and I his queen. Of course he looked exactly like my friend from kindergarten, but that was n't surprising. 
 
 As we grew older I moved away however, but the dreams continued. Turning from the fairy tales of childhood, to larger more complicated stories and worlds as time went on. entire kingdoms would form as I slept. and he was always there. 
 
 the strange thing was? he grew with me. I did n't think much of it as I grew up, I mean logically back home he should be growing up to right? but... but I never SAW it so, so how could I know what he looked like? 
 
 I spent many years apart from him. never really had contact with my childhood friend, yet I saw him grow before my eyes. from a bright eyes boy, to a distraught, pale-faced man, always looking relieved when he saw me but... I could tell something was wrong. 
 
 the one part of my dreams I could fix, It scared me. 
 
 `` Thomas? what's wrong?'' I would ask. `` It's nothing, when I'm with you, everything is perfect.'' 
 
 I hated that my solace from my stressful life had this one imperfection. maybe that was it? college stress was getting to me? Having to work while study was a lot to put on a person. I needed a vacation. 
 
 When I got the chance I took what little savings I had and visited the old hometown. I had n't been here since I was ten, so I doubted anyone would recognize me. well, the local hairdresser did. Ms. Henderson always had an eye for the kids she had come through her door. we had a nice chat while I had my hair done. It was good to come back. 
 
 I stopped for coffee afterward, and saw someone in the back. He had his head down, and did n't seem comfortable, shifting around. I took my coffee and sat across from him. 
 
 `` Thomas?'' `` Maria?'' 
 
 We looked at each other for a moment, and sat in silence. 
 
 `` What are you doing back home?'' He asked me. `` Just taking a trip down memory lane, why do you ask?'' 
 
 He keeps his gaze fixed out the window. `` Just... Just curious.'' we chat for a bit, but I ca n't help but notice. he's grown into the man from my dreams. well, he's hardly wearing the regal kingly attire he normally wears, but some heavily patched coat and torn up pants. He almost looks homeless. but, His face, that heavy beard. He's the spitting image of that haggard man I've seen. 
 
 `` Thomas? what's wrong?'' I asked. `` It's nothing, when I'm with you, everything is perfect.'' 
 
 Those words, that exact line. it was just like my dreams, but right here in this coffee shop. my eyes went wide, my jaw dropped. and his face held a similar expression. he recognized something in his mind aswell. 
 
 `` Maria, we're not supposed to be here.'' He says to me concerned. `` Where?'' `` here, this...'' two people come in, a man and a woman. it takes me a minute to recognize them, but it's his parents. 
 
 `` Thomas? please you're not well. You need to come with us.'' He looks at me, then at them, and just for the briefest moments he tenses up like he might do something drastic, but he relaxes and walks off. His mother leads him to the car. 
 
 `` Maria, you are looking well.'' his father, I believe his name is George? says to me. 
 
 `` Thanks, wish I could say the same about Thomas, is everything alright?'' He shakes his head and says `` Afraid not. He's sick, he needs quiet time right now. you understand right?'' I nod and he leaves. that night I sleep in a motel, and dream of him again. Only this time it's more of a nightmare. 
 
 He's in a panic. He grabs me and tells me that there are people trying to keep us apart, trying desperately to make sure we do n't know'the truth' and that we must stay together. all his life he suspected there was more to his dreams, and people told him he was crazy. but seeing me proved it. 
 
 `` Tell me your number. you have a cellphone right?'' he says near the end of the dream. 
 
 `` 555-5274'' 
 
 `` You tell me what to say, when we wake up. tell me what I must say to prove this is real!'' 
 
 Before our dream fades I tell him what to say. To talk about the first time we shared a dream together. and I wake up. It was n't until I was brushing my teeth that my phone rings, and I see a umber I did n't recignize. I answer it and say `` hello'' with my toothbrush in my mouth. 
 
 `` we brought our teddybears to life. you wanted to have a teaparty, and I wanted to go exploring.'' I stop dead... this ca n't be real. 
 
 `` we compromised, and had a picnic. but in the middle of the jungle. I played the role of the big hero, but you grew tired of playing the'scared little girl' so we were both heroes. and we fought all the tigers trying to ruin the picnic. remember? we were four.'' 
 
 how could I forget? That's practically how we became friends in the first place. 
 
 `` Then when all the tigers in the jungle were to scared to attack us, we became king and queen, and they were our army. we fought the lions... and gorillas... silly kid stuff..'' 
 
 `` I get it!'' I finally said. `` Why are you saying all this?'' I hear him stutter a bit, before he pauses and gathers himself. `` because you asked me, last night. now. are you ready to hear the rest of what's happening?''
