I can read your mind

I don't want to forget this dream.

I flew again. For the first time after high school has ended. It felt so good, but different. It was as if I just learned how to fly, when in fact, I had flying my entire life.

So the dream started in Warren's house. It wasn't his house, but in my dream it was. We kissed and we hugged. I missed him so much.

I needed to go to the bathroom, so I started searching for it. It was a one floor house, but there were too many rooms. I opened up all of them to check which were the bathrooms. I found two in the end, but didn't go to either of them. I opened up a cabinet and found Warren hiding there. He cracked up and we both started laughing.

I asked him a question. He didn't answer, but he thought. And there, in front of me, were the subtitles to his mind. I read his mind.

He asked me a question. I didn't answer, but I thought. And there it was again, the subtitles to my mind. We were both able to see each other's thoughts.

Next is when I flew. Warren, his house, his sister, his parents, and everything I just had disappeared in the blink of an eye. Instead, I was in the sky, looking down into the smallest towns below.

And I mean small. Literally. They were tiny, tiny towns with tiny, tiny houses, and if I stepped on it, I would have ruined a city. And mind you, these houses and towns were floating on small pieces of rocks. I flew and dodged them because I didn't want to destroy the homes.

One rock of a town interested me. I went closer. It was hard to fly because I kept flying up when I wanted to stay. I kept falling down when I wanted to stay. It took me a while to get used to flying again.

I looked over the small town and found a tiny box. It was a very pretty box, with opals and diamonds decorating the surface. I opened it. There was a paper star I love to fold.

Just one.

I unraveled the paper star. Unraveled and unraveled.

There were writings on it. Letters I've never receieved, minds I have never read. They were to me. Some were written. Some were thoughts.

"I'm sorry" one of them read.
"I'm sorry I was so mean to you."

I kept reading. The letters and thoughts never ended.

But my dream did.
And that's all I remember.



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