[ WP ] A stranger holds eye contact with you for far too long . When you finally look away , you realize where you 'd seen that face before ... In a dream , just last night .

I hate the subway. Well, that ’ s not fair to the subway system, as it really is quite efficient. I just…can ’ t stand being in close proximity to people for extended periods of time. What with all their walking, and talking, and…peopling. My main issue though, is I never know who to look at. If I see a pretty person, I don ’ t want to look at them because it makes me feel like a creep. If I see an ugly person, then... eww, is that nacho cheese on that guys face? Its 7 AM! Who eats nachos for breakfast! So gross. 
 
 Wait, that girl is looking at me. No she ’ s probably just looking out the window behind me, or at the nacho guy next to me. Definitely. But…she ’ s still staring. Alright, I ’ m going to take a look. I pick my head up and stare directly into her eyes. They are green on the inside, but kinda bluish on the outside. I've seen them before. Come to think of it, I ’ ve seen her pale, freckled face, and black hair before too. It was in a dream. 
 
 I was a Viking king in my dream, sitting in a mead hall surrounded by my friends and family. Boisterous banter echoed through the hall intermingled with the cracks and pops of the fire, which lit the hall a bright orange. I was wearing a fur coat and had a cool broadsword with a little skull as a hilt as well. Among the faces of the crowd in my dream, was this girl. I had never seen her before, so what was she doing there? 
 
 I came back to reality. I have been staring at her for so long, and she is just staring back. But her eyes are kind of glazed over. Like she isn ’ t really seeing me, like she is hungry for something, but what? I want to approach her. I want to be near her. I want her to have me. But what did she do in my dream? I remember. 
 
 I was preparing for a raid on some zombies ( I really need to stop gaming before bed ) and she appeared, a glowing white silhouette. I stared. She walked up to me and moved her lips, but I heard nothing. Her gentle smile twisted into a confused frown. Then into an angry one. Then, her glow went dark. Her face terrified me. It became old and her face expressed a sick concoction of glee and maliciousness. There was something else on her face too. It was…nacho cheese? 
 
 I snap my head up once again to look at her, and she was gone. I look around and see her next to the nacho guy. Wait what? She is all over this guy, what the hell? She…no. no. no. She just kissed the nacho guy, and her mouth touched the left over cheese. I guess she was staring at that guy the whole time. God, I hate my life. 

