The Soulmate Must Meet

Episode 31 - Questions About a Dream

I suddenly woke up. There was no blinding sound or light that disturbed my sleep. Everything was like when I fell asleep. On my computer screen were still some short story scripts I was writing, while winamp was playing middle eastern songs, like before I fell asleep. I try to remember before I go to sleep, what really happened? Why is this nightmare present, is it because of my troubled mood. A quiet night, I glanced at my writing, an unfinished short story.

Four o'clock in the morning. And the sound of the alarm went off to surprise me the second time, I was used to setting the alarm at four in the morning. Why did I wake up so shocked? I've never experienced this before, never at all. But, that dream did surprise me a lot, a strange dream. I try to remember the dream, the more it is remembered, the more it is seen.

A man who was present in my dream I knew very well, he gave me a rose, his eyes were beautiful, radiant, sparkling with romance. I admire that figure, he has no ambition in reaching for love, he is very calm in stating everything.

At first I was surprised by the gift of roses, because in my life there has never been a man who gave a bunch of roses. But, why should he give me roses, why not give me my favorite flower, the rose. Yes, white roses. I really like white roses, let alone the smell, making this heart comfortable.

But when I received the rose. Unexpectedly, this heart also flowered, I felt a very terrible beauty. Great, it seemed like that power affected my body, it felt like I could never control it.

Have I fallen in love with that man? he stared very calmly. Her thin lips were sensual, my blue also appeared. I became infatuated with her, as if I were a lonely virgin, getting a lonely young man, so we needed each other.

Her lips began to approach, I was getting lulled by her scent, I wanted to hug her, I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to…. Oh no! Her lips drew closer, my lips also began to cling, while the wind blew lightly, blowing away the fallen dry leaves.

However, suddenly came a young man, his face more radiant than the man before me, he pulled the man who was about to kiss me, then blocked my body with his body, he wanted to miss me? Butwhy? And who is he? I can't see his face.

The man who was about to kiss me suddenly turned into a huge snake, his fangs sharp and attacking us. The young man pulled out a sword and killed the snake. The man who would give me a rose and kiss me was a poisonous snake, I was saved.

And when I wanted to say thank you, the young man was gone. Who her? Who her? Who he was. I realized, the sound of dawn reverberating, immediately I got up and stepped towards the bathroom, washed my face and then wudu, I better not think of the dream. The word dream person is just a sleeping flower, it has nothing to do with real life. Did ya? I'm getting doubtful.