Could You Be Mine?

I can't believe we are standing in the same alley, again!

I am sure I climbed into bed at midnight, ready for my sleep; but no!

It seems like I'm with alley-boy again!

I'll give him one thing though, he is incredibly handsome; tall, dark, dressed like a model, with a very kissable face.

"could this be my stalker?" I ask myself.

Maybe I'm dreaming about being in bed, maybe I went for my usual midnight walk. I don't know.

It seems a bit weird that this should happen every night when I hop into bed, hoping for sweet dreams and a night of peace.

"Hi!" he says, as he seems to do every night.

"Hi!" I reply.

We stand there looking at each other as we always do, without saying much to each other again.

"Am I dreaming?" I ask him, but he laughs at me, and says,

"Nope! We're as real as life."

I touch my leather coat.

"Yep! Sure feels real to me, but how did I get here?" I ask him.

"You walked like you do every day."

"Oh!" I reply, then silence again.

It feels a bit like de ja vu! I already seemed to know what was going to happen before it happened, and I could read everything he was going to say before he even said it, because,

It happens every day.

Or night! I can't tell the difference these days!

"Um...do you want to grab a coffee?" he asks me.

We head to the local coffee bar and sit at a table drinking two Caramel Lattes.

It tastes sweet, warm, and sugary, so I'm way sure I'm not sleeping.

"How was your day?" he asks me.

"Is it even daytime yet?" I ask.

"Yes, according to my watch, it's 3 pm," he tells me.

"Oh!" I reply, feeling a little confused.

I am sure I was in bed asleep four hours ago, and I'm sure it was dark when my head hit the pillow.

I remember getting into bed, but I don't remember falling asleep.

"Maybe I didn't go to sleep at all," I tell myself.

This man hasn't told me his name, yet. However, he looks very much like Hank, the gorgeously, dark, handsome man I have fallen for at work.

"Maybe I'm on a date with him!" I tell myself, hoping it could be true.

I don't care right now. If this is real, then that would be good, but if I'm dreaming, I'd like to stay here!

"How's work?" I ask him.

"Works busy as always. You know, the big boss of a company never stops being busy!" he tells me.

I finish the last of my latte and decide that we should go for a walk by the canal. He accepts my offer.

"I used to come walking down here with my brother when we were young," he tells me, then proceeds to talk about how close he and his brother are.

"What about you? Do you work much these days?" he asks.

I shake my head, though I can't decide whether I work or not. This seems a bit surreal to be true, and I am so confused.

We walk by the canal, and I can hear the gushing of the water which sounds loud and as real as it could be. People walk by and smile, just as I would expect in real life, and,

we are talking just like real people in real life.

We head to a pub called The Canal. I think it is ironically funny, so I say,

"Did the council run out of words when they named that pub?"

Lucky for me, the joke works and we are laughing as if we have known each other forever.

I hear the sound of a town-hall clock chiming in the distance, and the man suddenly says to me,

"Could you be mine?"

I awake in a daze. I check the clock which says 3:00 A.M.

I tried to figure out where the hell I was.

One minute it was nighttime, then daytime, and now it is early morning.

I remember the man in my dreams and suspect I must have just come from a date with the man I fancy at work. I try to go back to sleep, realizing it was just a dream, but I can't stop thinking about the man I just dreamed about.

In the morning, I step into the offices I work in, and I find it weird that Hank should pull me and say,

"Could you be mine?"

I find it even stranger when he asks me out for coffee, and we end up walking by the same canal!

I realize the dream was about myself and Hank who is wearing the exact clothes he was wearing in the dream, but it just seems a bit too bizarre that the man in my dream would not tell me his name. It dawns on me that the dream was a wake-up call, trying to tell me that the man I fancied at work was really into me.

At the end of my coffee and walk with Hank, he suddenly kisses me, then he asks me again,

"Could you be mine?"

I say yes, and three years later we are married with a baby daughter to look after.

I started writing my dreams down after that, and I realized that some of them exist to tell me about things that are going to happen. Some are good and some are bad, and some dreams that have no significance at all.

However, my recent dream led me to the love of my life, and I learned that some of my dreams can help me to understand who is meant to be significant in the journey of my life.