My Dreams

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***Qur'an***

I don't know if you would call it a gift? I don't know, some people do. But if you were to say it WAS, God gave me a gift of dreams. I know it might sound crazy but it's true. I'm very strong minded, especially when it comes to dreaming. For example, my dreams can be spiritually connected. Once a few years ago I had a friend. That friend unfortunately was diagnosed with bone cancer. Oh and such a good friend he was, but I'm not going to lie and say that we were very close. We were close but not best buds. The night he passed, after I found out about the news, I had a dream about him. I was sitting in my room and I heard a knock at my front door. Who could it be at 2 am in the morning? I walked towards the door and opened it and there he was, "Will?"

"Hey Qur'an."

I sat there in shock and pain but relieved that he was standing amongst me. My jaw shivered in speechless words to say, " But you're--"

He placed a finger a few inches away from my mouth and said, "But I'm here now."

All I wanted to do was grasp him in the tightest hug because he was OK. I remember when he went missing for months at a time and my friends and I had no idea where he had gone. Until I found out why that February, and he passed four months later. He didn't want us to freak so he kept it from most of us. I remember when we all were at the brink of graduating 8th grade and the last school dance was oh so special, he arrived in a wheel chair as everyone crowed around him. Our Language Arts teacher, Ms. Durbin, told us not to touch him or hug him because any slight movement could cause him pain. I couldn't do anything but drop a tear in the background. Our graduation day, you wouldn't think that he made it this far and STILL made it to graduation. But he did. And as he did everyone stood up like he was a hero. He was. He's my hero. I just thought about everything while he was in my face. I reached for a hug automatically but then stopped myself remembering what dear Ms. Durbin said. He saw my reaction and guided me in a hug with a smile included. For once I felt like everything was okay. It was okay. We hugged for a good minute and let go just staring at each other friendly.

"I miss you Will."

"I miss you too. And it's okay, but I have to go."

He turned around ready to leave. But I couldn't, "But Will wait!"

He turned towards me and told me once more that it was okay. And with that, he walked off fading away.

~~~~~BTW THAT'S A TRUE STORY. THIS WHOLE DREAM THING IS ALL TRUE~~~~~

Sometimes it's a gift, while other times it's a curse. If some(a lot) of my dreams COME TRUE also, then what about nightmares. One time I had a dream I dropped my phone in the nurse toilet pulling down my pants and it fell from the back pocket, the next day it happened THE EXACT SAME WAY! But that's just a sample from my dreams. When it comes to nightmares I have to be careful with what I think about or who I let get to me because the definition of a dream is "what the brain desires", then I might have gruesome thoughts in my mind. Sometimes it just come and sometimes I can really hate somebody. But don't worry, I haven't had a nightmare come true yet.

~~~~~p.s. all of this is true also~~~~~

Ever since high school hit I've had a thing for guys other than black guys. Its not that I'm racist to my own kind, its just that I want step outside the box. I hate it when I'm EXPECTED to just like black boys because I'm black. I was going to a county school practically all my life. And all the black boys at my school were butts, while the ones who weren't, were like brothers to me. I wanted a white boy so bad.

One day I had a dream about this dude. He had dark hair but i couldn't tell what color eyes he had. He had on a black shirt and he was hovering over me. In the dream I knew he was my boyfriend and I knew we were in school. I guess someone had tried to holler at me because he looked as if he was going to beat the dudes ass. He had my books in his hand and he grabbed my arm and said, "Babe, let's go." Then we walked off. I woke up fascinated. I wanted to get a hint of what his whole face looked like. So i turned to Google.

As I scrolled down Google for a picture, there was this one picture that caught my eye. He was the most PERFECT human being I had ever seen. He had dark brown curly hair and pure green eyes. It looked as if he were a model. He had dull pinkish purplish lips. He had moles here and there on his face and neck. He had a black tank on and he was just staring at the camera with the straightest face. I didn't know if the dude in my dreams had green eyes but I could tell that jaw from anywhere. I believed that the man in the picture was the man in my dreams. I clicked on the photo and downloaded it.

Days went by and it came to the point where I'd set aside some free time just to stare at his beauty. I know it sounds creepy but his beauty was as addicting as trying to resist the urge to cheat on your diet. And his eyes were like looking at a strawberry cream filled shortcake.(Starting to make myself hungry) I made him my phone and computer screen savor. Soon I became anxious to know who he was. So I searched ALL over the internet. His face was on a couple of sites. And I looked at Google pictures for weeks. But still, NO sign of any identity; only fascination from other people who wants to know who he is also. I stopped my search after 5 months of looking.

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