the Girl with the Strange Dreams .

i found an old notebook of mine. here's a complete story tht i wrote in it, dated 28th october 2010.
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She's always having dreams.

In those dreams, strange things always happen. Last night she saw butterflies that looked like prawns. The night before, there were billions of green stars outside her bedroom window. Right now she's telling me about her latest dream, the one she had last night.

She says cats were being kidnapped by one male feline, and it even told its motive to her. She can't remember that part - not yet at least. She told me all traces of her dreams would vanish upon her waking up. These 'memories' always return to her slowly, at times it took months. Years, even.

The other day she was just telling me that she suddenly recalled a dream she had when she was a child. She knew it was a dream she had then, because "all the keywords were similar", according to her. (though i do not know what that means)

Ever since I've known her, she's always doing strange things herself. Sometimes when she's talking to someone, she would suddenly stop her sentence and stare at the sky, as if thinking something.

It does seem kind of normal, but what mystifies me is the fact that she always does it in the middle of her conversation with someone. I did ask about it once, but as usual, i didn't understand her answer. I never did: She told me that she had a "deja vu-ic instinct" coming from her surroundings. But she didn't want to "recall an old dream", so she looked at the sky to avoid looking at the "deja vu Spot". That way, she wouldn't get the "Dream Headache".

The other day she was just telling me that she dreamt of me. She said that we were lying in the middle of a parking lot with four other friends, and we were watching the stars.

Of course, that wasn't the only time she had dreamt of me. She once said that I offered chocolate lollipops to everyone except for her, and before that, she told me a strange conversation we had together about one of the four friends.

"What was his answer?"

"Don't know."

"He rejected?"

"The opposite."

"He accepted?"

"Don't know."

She told me that her favourite dream was the one where she was waiting at the train station platform. She had waited for a very long time, and train after train took and left passengers, but whatever or whoever she was waiting for never came.



She stops.

"What's wrong?" I ask. But she remains wordless and continues looking up into the sky. And then she says, "The male cat told me that it wanted to "continue its breed". That's why it only kidnapped the female tortoiseshells."

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-the Girl with the Strange Dreams-