[ 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 have no idea how it happened. 
 
 I had this very strange dream about a woman wearing a long, thin, red dress. She was rather attractive. She wasn ’ t extremely hot, sexy, or even cute, but she was very beautiful. She was the kind of woman I ’ d love to bring home to meet my parents, the kind of woman I ’ d want to marry and have kids with. We met up in a pre-arranged coffee shop. Neither of us talked very much, and when we did, it was short and a bit awkward. We were both very shy. I woke up not long after that, but I remembered the dream vividly. 
 
 The next night I met up with the same woman in the same red dress. It was the exact same dream. Everything happened exactly as it had the previous night, though I didn ’ t realize it in the dream. When I woke up, I thought it was rather bizarre to have the same dream twice, but I didn ’ t think about it much. The same dream occurred for the third night in a row. This time, however, in the dream, I had a peculiar sense of deja vu. 
 
 The fourth time, as I was walking up to the coffee shop, I realized that I had done this before. It was more than a sense of deja vu, though I couldn ’ t quite put my finger on it. I easily predicted the appearance of the woman I was to meet, only, this time, she wore a different dress. She had on a blue, frilly dress with a short skirt and no arms. Mildly surprised at this, I sat down at the table on the other side. The rest of the dream happened just as it had previously occurred. When I woke up, I was confused, and a little frustrated at what my subconscious was trying to tell me. Maybe it was saying I should change my life up a little bit. Maybe it was telling me I was stuck in a rut. I just didn ’ t know. 
 
 Next night, when I closed my eyes to go to sleep, I tried to think of something other than the woman in the coffee shop. I was trying to force my dreams to be something, anything different. It didn ’ t work. When I fell asleep, there I was again, plunged into the same scenario, though I didn ’ t know it. I walked up to the coffee shop and sat down at the table with the woman in her blue dress on the opposite side, only, it wasn ’ t a coffee shop. It was a bakery. Confused, I asked her a question, the first change I ’ d made in the dream myself. 
 
 “ Weren ’ t we supposed to meet at a coffee shop? ” I asked, hesitantly. She looked surprised and looked about her. 
 
 “ I ’ m... not sure, ” she replied. She looked as confused as I felt. “ I thought you were going to wear your tuxedo. ” 
 
 I looked down for the first time at my own clothing. I had honestly never even noticed what I, myself was wearing. It was a simple three piece suit, but definitely not a tuxedo. “ I ’ m... not sure, ” I echoed her words back at her. A moment of silence passed as we stared at each other, in utter confusion. We both laughed at the same time. The rest of the dream passed without incident. I woke up and just laid there for a while. I actually said into the silence, “ Seriously brain, what the fuck are you trying to tell me? ” 
 
 I didn ’ t sleep the next night at all. I didn ’ t want to be anywhere near that woman again. I was sick and tired of it. At work, I dozed lightly in my tiny, one-man cubical. Because I was so tired, it was completely dreamless. 
 
 The next night, I stayed up all night playing video games. I didn ’ t have work in the morning, so I didn ’ t care. Unable to stay awake another second, I resigned myself to my bed at noon. Finally, I had a different dream. I ’ m not sure what it was about, because I couldn ’ t remember it once I woke up, but it definitely wasn ’ t the woman in the dress. I woke up after only a couple hours, and sighed in relief. 
 
 I thought it was just a passing thing. I thought it was over. I wasn ’ t worried about it anymore, so the next night, I went to bed at my normal hour. As soon as I fell asleep, I was dropped back into the dream again. I was inexplicably angry as I marched up to the bakery where I sat down opposite to the woman in her blue dress. 
 
 “ This is a dream, ” she said. My eyes widened in surprise and alarm. At her words, sparks flew through my brain. 
 
 * “ She ’ s right. None of this is real. The deja vu, the odd sensations I ’ ve been having, ” * I thought, very quickly. My mouth dropped open as the neurons in my brain fired in rapid succession. * “ We met at a coffee shop in previous iterations, and she wore a red dress before. ” * Memories of all the previous dreams came flooding back. * “ If I am dreaming, then I ’ m not real. The dream me doesn ’ t exist at all. If this is a dream, then there must be a dreamer. Who is he?... I can ’ t remember. ” * The thoughts of the real me were hidden from the dream me. 
 
 “ What ’ s your name? ” she asked. 
 
 I stared at her for a moment. * “ I ’ m not real. I can be anyone, ” * I thought to myself. “ My name is... ” I tried to think of a cool sounding name, “ Xavier. ” 
 
 “ Xavier, huh? I ’ m Ruby. ” She held out her hand and I shook it politely. “ So, the coffee shop... ” 
 
 * “ So she remembered, ” * I thought. “ Uhh, yeah. And your dress. ” 
 
 “ And your suit, ” she replied, simply. 
 
 “ Yeah, I guess so. ” A moment of silence. 

