[ WP ] You start having the same dream . Something/someone in the dream becomes sentient and does n't want you to wake up .

I don ’ t know how this all happened and a lot of the details are fuzzy, but I will do my best to share it with you. Things like this should be written down. 
 
 
 Start at the hotel by the beach. Go past the large hotel and turn left then you will find yourself in the dark bar; ignore the people staring at you, they don ’ t matter. After the restaurant you will be in a very clean concrete alley, turn left at the blue dumpster. After you come out of the alley you will see the city ending and the suburbs begin. I live at the top of that hill my house is light brown, and one story. I will be waiting. 
 
 
 That is what she told me 5 years ago, the first time I we met. We were in a dinner the ones that look like they are supposed to be from the 1950s. The dinner was moderately crowded and the air was full of conversation. She had on a white shirt and a dark skirt. She had a kind face; blue eyes and an easy smile with wavy hair the color of dried grass. She was such a beautiful girl, with a personality that oozes out so much fun and excitement for life. 
 
 
 I don ’ t remember much more about the date, other than we talked and she told me where she lived so I could see her again. I remember seeing in her a want, a sincere desire that I would follow through with her plan to come and see her. I wonder if she knew I wanted to do little more than please her. 
 
 
 But I was awake. You know how you forget dreams so easily when awake; that is what happened, at least for about six months. 
 
 
 Boom! One night out of nowhere I was back in. I look up to my left at the large hotel, I have never seen it before in my life but I know. Vaguely I notice the beach on my right but that is of zero importance to me. Filled with excitement I sprint. I rush through the dark bar, ignoring all the mean stares, into the alley. I am running so fast that going around corners I run up on the wall. I am bending reality around me to get what I want. Her. 
 
 
 Finally I come to the hill in the suburbs. I start to walk. I know there are other houses around but they are peripheral. The one house my focus is locked upon is at the top of the hill. I reach the house and the rest seems like a blur. I will recount what I can remember. 
 
 
 I met her family. Her father was tall and clean-shaven with a gentile look. Her mother was short and bubbling with excitement just as she is. Her brother is young maybe 7; he is kind with and earnest desire to play. She is there watching me meet her family with a look of want on her face, I want that I like her family. That I approve. It is evident to me that her family is trying very hard to make me feel comfortable. 
 
 
 I remember we spent some time, her and I, playing with her little brother. I would catch her watching me lovingly more than once when we were playing with his cars or outside swinging. It was one of those looks that make you glow, I can ’ t think of a better feeling. After we all ate dinner together we sat with her parents and just talked about all sorts of things. I can remember laughing and having a very fun time. 
 
 
 After that her parents went to bed, she led me over to her couch, then she pulled me down and we held each other. I held her in a way I have never held anyone else in my waking life. I can ’ t explain it but it just felt perfect, like the best most comfortable feeling in the world. I loved her and she loved me. 
 
 
 Then I woke up. I have never been so angry waking up. Imagine from being torn away from something you love. I don ’ t know if she is real, I don ’ t know if I will ever see her again. But I do know I love her and I look forward going to sleep every night with the hopes that she may be there. 
 
 
 ( my first story I have ever posted = ) 

