The Dream

A girl approached me tonight.  She’d had a dream last night.  She thought I was the woman in it, but she couldn’t be sure.  She was having her fortune told.  I was the fortune teller.  Instead of a crystal ball, tartot, or whatever, I was holding my star, only instead of a ball of flame, I held something else in place.  Oddly I want to say it was the universe swirling in my hand, but I’m pretty sure she said it was the sun.

There’s something about this girl.  She’s got these stunning eyes.  I couldn’t even tell you what color they are.  They’re just captivating.  Every time we met eyes I just wanted to stare into them, see what the depths of them held, yet were so strangely obscured.  I’m not used to such obscurements.  Most people are fairly easy for me to see what lies behind their eyes, even if it’s just raw emotion.  This girl was different.  She fascinates me.  Oddly, I can’t wait to see her again.  It’s not sexual.  It’s not physical.  I just want to understand what lies in the depth of her eyes.  I want to know what secret she’s keeping from the world, what beautiful visions they would bring.

It’s strange.  I never thought something so simple as a dream would drive my sense of curiosity.  I never thought I would become so intrigued by someone, not the way I’m intrigued by her.  I never expected her to approach me.  I never expected our eyes to meet.  I never expected to spend the night discretely watching her from the corner of my eye, or the sad disappointment when she left without saying a farewell.

It’s been an odd night…all because of a dream, someone else’s dream, where somehow, I played a part…

~*~Rave~*~