Dreams

Twelve in12

 Reading 

The Lance Thrower ~ Jack Whyte

Finished

I’ve been watching too much Battlestar Galactica or Grey’s Anatomy or something.  I think the two shows tried to merge in my head last night and that was just strange.  But there was something nice about it all…

We were a secret detective slash police slash military group of people.  Or something like that.  And we were undercover.  I was at this really really nice hotel that was basically all orange steel I-beams and windows.  The only walls were between the rooms and the hallway.  Every room had a view of… Well, I don’t really know cause I never looked out the window.  And I didn’t know why I had been sent there.  But we were investigating something.  There were four other girls and five guys, but I don’t know any of their names.  The guys kept coming in and out of the hotel room and asking questions.  I was answering, but I can’t remember what they wanted to know now.  They were all dressed for different professions.  One of them, Alex – he was my boyfriend, or something.  He really cared about me and how I was doing.  Kept coming back when he wasn’t supposed to and checking in on me.  Except the rest of the team didn’t know about us.

Once the night was over, they snuck me out of the orange and glass hotel into a really cheap motel with a pink neon sign.  We had figured something out and were going to do something about it – like the next step in a mission.  But I kept pointing out the dangers and the things that might go wrong.  I kept seeing how this would all fail and I didn’t want to run in without a good plan.  This was life and death, after all!

Finally, the boss came in and talked to me.  He said that he knew about Alex and I.  He said that was not something that made our team weaker, but stronger.  He told me I didn’t have to go through with it if I didn’t want to.  No one was forcing me to do anything.

A siren went off.  It meant our team had to go, answer the call or something like that.  I ran outside and the guys were standing behind chairs.  The girls were running up and flipping onto the chairs.  Then the chairs turned into scooter like things that could be driven.  Alex was the last in the line, waiting for me behind the chair.  I ran over to him.  I asked him if he was sure about us.  He leaned forward and kissed me in front of everyone.  So I flipped into the chair and off we sped.

More stuff happened that I can no longer remember.  But that last moment is haunting me.  My asking if he was really sure he wanted to do all this, and his leaning forward and kissing me.  I can see his eyes, clear as day.  The rest of his face is a little more fuzzy. Reminds me of a guy I went to high school with (named Alex), but at the same time, not really.  But his eyes.  His eyes were big and a really really dark chocolate.  They made me feel warm and loved and safe.  Those eyes… they’re haunting me today while I try to get all this work done…..