This is a true story that begins with a dream in progress. The actual dialogue may have been slightly altered, but other than that it is a true story. It is about a synchronous dream I had in June of 2006 and it is told from my perspective. This dream predates some of my more current writing styles and I assumed, at the time, it contained supernatural instructions. My assumption was further validated when I found out this was indeed a synchronous dream!
Without further ado, here is the true story:
A global conflict has broken out and being an able-bodied nineteen-year-old, I have been drafted. I stand on the curb waiting for the bus to take me to the basic training camp, but there she is, the girl I’ve been conversing with, standing beneath the glow of the streetlamp. She is dressed in olive green capri pants and a white tank top. Her reddish-blonde hair flows down to her breasts in a single braid.
The bus is approaching and my best friend is urging me to get ready, but I can’t stop looking at her.
I approach her and she runs up to me. She jumps into my arms and I lift her up. She wraps her legs around me. We share a kiss. She feels so wonderful in my arms. The driver sounds his horn.
“I wish you didn’t have to go!” She tells me in distress.
“Neither do I. I’m a lover, not a fighter.”
“Just, please, write to me every day.”
“I will I promise!”
My best friend yells, “Forget about her and get on the bus. We need to fight in Vietnam like my dad did many years ago. And this time, we’ll show those gooks that we mean business!”
I let her down gently and her eyes swell up with tears as we share one final kiss.
The bus driver announces over the PA, “Board now or you will be court-martialed.”
“Get on the bus [blank] damn it.” My best friend shouts.
Reluctantly, I board the bus…
Suddenly, I wake up.
It was all a dream.
I collect myself.
Thoughts are racing through my head:
“Is this a sign from God that I should enter in a relationship with this girl I’ve been talking to online?”
“I guess I really do have feelings for her after all.”
“But she wrapped her legs around me. In real life, I wouldn’t dare let her do that because I revere her so much.”
“Of course, I’ve never been in her physical presence, so I don’t know what I would allow happening. I know well that the flesh’s weakness is, unfortunately, greater than the soul’s willingness.”
I keep all these thoughts to myself for now.
I’m off today, so I go ride in my boat, then later, I visit my grandparents. I don’t tell them about her though.
When I arrive back home that night, I log into the family computer and begin to converse with the girl.
Over the course of our conversation, she randomly mentions, “I could feel you holding me last night!”
I am in shock and awe.
Apparently, we had a synchronous dream. My feelings for her are now beginning to multiply.
I feel dizzy and am in a euphoric confusion.
“I dreamed about you last night.” I finally reply, then explain the dream.
She too seems shocked, but happy.
We don’t talk much longer and then I go to sleep as I have work in the morning.
I’ll see if I can pull a double…