Your Dream Girls and Boys
Ever since the big reveal at the end of Part One, I’ve had tons of emails from people saying “I totally went through the same thing! I dreamed of a girl (or boy), and then I woke up, and I’ve never forgotten her. I thought I was alone in this.” But you’re not. I’ve come to find that so many people have had dreams like this.
So I asked readers to share theirs with me. I had no idea what I was getting myself into! I knew a lot of you had had these dreams, but I had no idea it was this many! (I had literally hundreds of emails!)
Things I have noticed: you are all very romantic! There were a lot more girls than boys who answered this, but there are more girls than boys reading this. Most of these dreams happened before age 20.
As for the dreams themselves, almost all of them speak of a sort of “love at first sight”, or a “I already know you even though I’ve never seen you before” feeling. Most of them feature feelings of safety and peace, though a couple were actually terrifying! (My own “Lia Dream” featured a gargoyle attack!) Some feature physical love, but most of them are actually rather innocent (or you guys were too bashful to say!).
I wanted to include them all, but I unfortunately just can’t. There’s enough here, literally, for an entire book. But here are a few, and thank you to everyone who shared their stories with me.
Prawninator, female, 26 now, 18 when this happened
I remember a pair of warm, relatively hairy arms wrapped around me, the warmth touching my very soul, and it made me cry. When I turned to look at the owner of the arms, all I could see were a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes, sheathed in feathery lashes. I could see the smile in the person’s eyes, and then I woke up. That couldn’t have been five minutes, but as it turns out in real life, I was late for work. I had been asleep for seven hours.
Naturally, I was devastated. I needed that warmth, that sense of security, but I trudged through my life as though it never happened.
Seven years later, a few months after I had moved across continents to marry my husband, and being away from my family and everything I knew and loved, I had an anxiety attack and wouldn’t even look at my husband… until he wrapped his arms around me, the same way the man in my dream did. This intense feeling of déjà vu just took over me. I couldn’t believe it. I started shaking and crying in his arms, and when I turned to look at him, I saw his eyes. They were the same eyes that I remembered in my dream, but this time my dream didn’t end, and he smiled and kissed me on the forehead and I just kept crying.
Sydney, female, 19 now, 16 when this happened
Her name was Latisha and she was a petite African American cheerleader. She looked good in green. She had long hair, but it was tied up in a ponytail I think. Anyway, I remember in the dream we were together and it felt so perfect. She was understanding and an extremely kind person but she was very outgoing and spontaneous (which is the opposite of how I usually act, although I wish I could be less “shy”). I don’t remember much else but when I woke up I was really amazed because usually I just dream about people I already know. I had never dreamed up a whole new person before, at least never in detail.
Kate, female, 22 now, been having them since age 14
It wasn’t so much a dream, it was quite a few dreams. As strange as it may sound, it’s painful to write about him, as though he had been a real person.
It began with a completely ridiculous dream about being on the sinking Titanic. I remember very clearly a boy who was roughly my age, with shaggy brown hair and green eyes. He saved me from drowning when I fell into the icy water. He and I both made it out alive in lifeboats, and I was very grateful that he had saved my life.
It turned out his name was Sean, and that was not the last dream I would have about him; there were dozens, although our age and the location was almost never consistent. We traveled everywhere from outer space to damp jungles. One of the clearest dreams I ever had about him involved him impregnating me (through a hug, no less- my 15 year old self was innocent, I suppose), and hiding me in his own home (his living conditions were too complicated to sum up quickly; suffice to say it involved some bizarre fantasy setting where he lived as a slave to a scientist). Although much of the experience was terrifying, knowing that he was close made me feel safe. It was the feeling of knowing you would do anything for that person, and they would do anything for you.
I haven’t seen Sean since my late teens. I miss him very much, although I did stop clinging to the fantasy that he was a real person.
Heather, female, 18 now, 16 then
People had abducted me, and they lead me to a small one bedroom house. Inside all people were cloaked and hidden. As soon as I had entered feverish talking stopped and one man, you could feel the presence, walked towards me. As he lifted his hand to touch me another jerked him back with black gloved hands. I looked around the room, they were all gloved.
With only quick pauses and looks at me, which made me uncomfortable, they finished and all but three people left. Those who were left were two men and one women.
With it now dark, the doors locked with padlocks from the inside out and the wooden shutters from the inside closed and locked likewise, they turned on lights. The two men went into the kitchen as the woman walked towards me.
I felt no fear, and she pulled her hood down to reveal her smiling. She was a pretty shade of blue with black markings on her cheek bones and down her neck disappearing into the robe. I assumed they continued down.
In almost broken English she spoke to me, and told me to be calm and everything would be okay. She told me she was from another world and they were sent there to investigate earth and earthlings alike, as for the locks they were to keep people out and I should not be frightened.
When I asked her why I was abducted, she didn’t answer and just smiled. One of the men came from the room took her hand after she had put her hood up and they left, as the other guy locked it back. He pulled off his robe, wearing normal looking clothes. Jeans, t-shirt, black work boots. He had the same color skin, silky blue hair to his waist, and black marking as well. We talked over various things (For one his name was Askel) and he later told me I was to share his bed, non sexually but just to sleep.
The following days I began to fall in love with him though nothing happened. The trip was coming to a close and him and his colleagues were to be going back to their planet. I started crying and hugged him telling him my feelings. He hugged me back, and told me he loved me as well, but he could not stay. I asked to go with him, and he told me he’d have to go home and ask his homeland. There would be no way to tell me the answer was no, if it was no.I accepted this and cherished the moments with him. Me, him, and a couple of his colleagues were attacked one day by government/military people. (Capturing aliens and such).
The woman I had met the first night told Askel to take me to where I had been abducted. Jumping up in the air (propelling up to 20ft high) we teleported to the spot and dropped down. We told our goodbyes quickly with sweet kisses and as he jumped back up to leave I yelled his name, that I loved him and would always wait for him.
Then I woke up almost crying.
Naomi, female, 21
In my dream I was browsing the dealers room at a theatre convention when I met Rachel. She had a cheerful face framed by a sandy colored bob. She had rented a table and was selling her incredible art. She made me feel welcome, wanted, and even special.
I bought lunch for us and we ate it together at her table, we talked about this and that as I flipped through her portfolio. The next day I met Rachel again at the theatre convention, only this time instead of selling art prints she was inside of a huge tree house in the middle of the dealers room. I climbed up the rope ladder and just hung out. She drew a picture for me and I sang her a song, we laughed and chatted until it was night time. The convention center closed and we stayed there the whole night. We kissed, it was pretty innocent, and I felt so happy. It seemed like I had known Rachel all my life.
The next day we left the convention early and I helped her take her art back to her house. She told me that she would miss me and I cried because I didn’t understand why we couldn’t see each other just because the convention was over. She kissed me on the forehead and hugged me, telling me that she would always love me. Then I woke up, it was really awful. I know it sounds ridiculous to miss her because she isn’t real but she will always be a part of me.
Josh, male, 25
Back in grade school, like around 3rd or 4th grade, I used to have dreams of the perfect girl. Now, obviously, that was a long time ago so I can’t remember everything about why she was perfect, but even as a kid I knew that “That’s who I want to marry.” However, there was one detail that stuck in my mind. She had wavy hair and her bangs hid her right eye. To this day, I think it is extremely attractive when a woman wears her hair in a way that obscures her face in some way. Especially if she has wavy hair. I don’t think there’s any other reason for this preference aside from those dreams.
Maragrite, female, 22
I dreamed of a boy in a white lab coat. I think he was a pharmacist because everywhere there were colors along the wall and a large table in the center of the room. He was tall with short cropped red hair. He grabbed me and hugged me close. He wanted me to go dancing with him, a prom or ball, I can’t remember. I just remember him being gorgeous. At the time in my dream, I was so worried what my real lover would think, I said “no” to the man of my dreams. I wish I would have said “Yes”.
John, male, 26 now, 18 then
I walk around the whole house before coming back to the front to stand on the porch and look over the village and water below, and to watch the sun set into the water. While it’s not cold out, the breeze gives me a chill and just as I’m about to go inside the house to get warm, I feel someone’s arms come around me. At first I’m startled, but the embrace is warm, and it feels familiar, and safe… like being hugged for the first time by someone you love.
I turn around to see who it is, and there is a guy, about my age, maybe a year or two older (though he has a face that makes him look like he could be a couple years younger) with short, messy, dusty blonde hair, and blue-green eyes.
I guess I looked startled because he says “Sorry, you just looked like you needed a hug. I’m Chris,” with a warm little smile.
“Yeah, I was getting a little cold.”
“No, you looked sad, not cold. What’s wrong?”
And for some reason I tell him everything. I even break down crying over all of the B.S. that had been happening. And he just listened, and held my hands or hugged me when I needed it. When I was done venting he just smiled and asked me if felt any better after talking about it. And I did.
He then grabbed a picnic basket and took my hand and led me bag down the path, through the village, to the water, where there was a little sail boat. We got in and pushed out into the water, and had dinner by the light of a full moon, and the most stars I had ever seen in the sky. When we were done eating we just cuddled under a blanket and watched the stars till sunrise… which is when I woke up. I tried desperately to have the dream again, and I could conjure up the place, but I couldn’t find him again.
