“Was this our place before?” He asked, pointing at the table where we hang out the last time.
“Yes, maybe.” I laughed. “But, really? This place again?”
He did not respond. He just sat there comfortably and then scanned the menu. So I did the same.
“I’ll order what I ordered before.” I said.
When he took the menu and went to the counter, I mused. No one would have thought that I would return to that café, to that place. But I have dreamt of returning there.
“Hey I have a story to tell.” I told him as he sat back. “I had a dream about you just recently.” He looked at me as if it was odd. I laughed and admitted that I have seen him in my dreams for five times already. But the one I would tell him was different.
“It was a long dream. Yet I remember it thoroughly because I immediately narrated it to my friend after I woke up. And frankly, that dream was mawkish.”
He snickered, and gestured for me to commence on the telling.
“Perhaps that was around six p.m. In a sudden, you messaged me to meet you in your college because there was something you wanted me to see. However, my friends, they demanded that I should ignore your texts.”
“Unbeknownst to my friends, I replied to your message and informed you where I was. Then, a friend of mine insisted that we should stay in our org room, so I followed them. The weird occurrence was when we arrived at the room and took our seats, I looked around and my friends disappeared. All of them.”
“When I realized I was alone in the room, you messaged me again and you told me that you were there at the place where I was. Surprisingly, a classmate of mine texted, letting me know that you were there.”
“I left the room hastily. As I went down to the stairs, another weird thing happened. My feet didn’t touch flatly on the ground. Like there was no gravity. And the surroundings, it was dark, and there were a lot of people everywhere, they were chattering and cackling. Then I looked up, and saw that the only light in the place was fixated at me. Everything’s weird as I went away from the building, and that was when I realized I was dreaming.”
“It is a peculiar characteristic of mine. Usually and easily, I become aware that I am dreaming. Sometimes, if I want to, I control my dreams.”
“Anyway, when I finally stepped out from the building, my walk was normal again. I saw you there, but you were looking at a different direction. The classmate who texted, she approached me and asked, ‘Why is he there?’, and I replied, ‘he is waiting for me.’”
“I moved towards you and said, ‘let’s go.’ It was funny, you know, we walked together like nothing happened before, like we are okay.”
“We were having our dinner when suddenly I was disturbed from my sleep because of my mother. I wanted to scream my annoyance. But I forced myself to go back to sleep and continue the dream. I couldn’t allow it to end without telling you something.”
“Fortunately, my dream resumed and that time we were standing on the middle of the street. That was around eight p.m., I think. I don’t know where that was but in my dream I was certain that we were at one of those streets where we used to wander seven months ago.”
“The lights around the street were blurry, perhaps because I didn’t have my eyeglasses on. I don’t really know, but actually I prefer not wearing my eyeglasses at night because the lights from the lampposts and the stores look beautiful when blurry.”
“Since I was aware that I was dreaming, I faced you and I finally revealed, ‘I know this is only a dream…but I hope this won’t end?’”
“It seems like I was referring that my dream would not end. But that’s not what I meant.” I looked at him as he rested his head on my shoulder. “I hope you get it.”
Our order took too long to arrive. While we were eating, he told me the dreams he had. “It was so ordinary.” He shared. “Sometimes I dreamt I was taking a shower or I was opening the door of my classroom or I was walking inside the university. And they would end just like that. They are similar to what take place in real life.”
I smiled. “That seemed difficult.”
Afterwards, we talked about how our lives have been. As we exchanged stories, I thought, it was just last week when I have dreamt that we were together again, and this week he messaged me if I wanted to talk about how an event went wrong seven months ago.
We stayed at the café for a while after we ate. Then I thought of the dream once again. It still wasn’t the end.