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I joined the Twilight Saga bandwagon recently. I have finished reading Twilight and New Moon. Vampire-human love affair. Thanks to Stephenie Meyer, I’m more anxious than ever.

But the first book was not as appealing to me as the second book. There were some parts in New Moon that I had shed secret tears (I have to shift reading positions to wipe the building water in my eyes) and parts where I hated Bella. I still went on reading, though.

Just before finishing the last few chapters of the book, I decided to sleep it off. I planned on resuming after an hour of sleep but my mind had wandered off somewhere. Or someone.

But I’m not really sure. My dreams (or nightmares, like Bella’s) are usually scraped off my memory after several hours of not thinking about it. This morning, I was pretty sure I have something in my subconscious. We were floating. Together. I’m not sure how we got there or why we were there in the first place. It’s weird because in the real world, we’re strangers to one another.

Dreams are indeed a mystery.

How does a human mind dream anyway? We studied the anatomy of the human brain all through high school but I haven’t fully understood how the brain technically chooses or determines which portion of our memory to include in a dream. Does it choose the person and place randomly? If yes, which comes first? What is the logic behind it? There are so many things to consider to be able to create one dream which sometimes magically lasts for several seconds in your sleep though you feel like it has been forever. I really don’t understand how any of these work and I want to keep it that way.

My dreams being in black and white is a different story and I don’t want to confuse my mind some more.

Going back, I also can’t recall if we’re talking or not. We’re just floating, more like sitting on a flying carpet and feeling the breeze.

I’ve read somewhere that when you dream of a stranger, it represents something in you that is repressed or hidden. That was a vague explanation, I thought. For one, the interpretation did not fully explain how much the degree of peculiarity should be, and I’m having a hard time deciding whether or not this interpretation can be applicable in my case. Secondly, the “repressed or hidden” part confused me. Is it something general that is only related to me? Or is it something that I repress or hide from the stranger I’ve dreamed about?

I felt this way in the past about one person. We were never close friends although we claim that we are. So I ended up dreaming and being scared because it might mean something different and wrong. But in the end, I found out that the cure for all of these was his friendship. Then the dreams stopped.

Maybe it’s the same for this one.

In the real world, everything’s quiet. And normal. Maybe I was longing for his friendship too. Though I’m a little scared of what these dreams mean or what they intend to tell, being friends is a great change for all the awkward silences happening whenever we’re around each other.

Bella had once said:

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

Time? I got lots of time.

And now, I’m off to the vampire-human-werewolf world. Second chapter in Eclipse.

See you in a few years my new future friend.