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The Man Of My Dreams

Author: AryaStark12
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What is The Man Of My Dreams

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Hey, I'm Kody C. Lyrias. You must be wondering whats so special with me, being the main character. I am too. Just kidding. Well, it all started with a dream. A dream that change everything. At least for me... and my family. It was a dream, that came true... A nightmare rather. A night before that horrible day, I dreamt of an accident... An accident that took the lives of my father and my little brother. I was 12 when it happened... I kept it to myself, after all it was just a dream. How wrong I was. Months after, I dreamt of the fire that burned down my grandma's house, I told my Mom what I dreamt this time, she believed me partly because when she found me on my bed screaming and crying in the middle of the night... It happened in reality, but my grandma made it out, in the dream she didn't. She came to live with us when I was 16 and here she took her last breath, before she went she told me while holding my hand, gripping it tightly as she gave it all her strength to utter the words "Its a gift." She smiled and looked at my Mom in the eyes, a silent understanding between them, and at that grandma let go. I thought it was all a coincidence, to dream about such things. It was too good to be true, in my case, its bad that its reality. Is it a curse or a blessing to see it before it happens? I keep asking myself, why I have this curse... Those two dreams were the first dreams that made my life turn upside down. I dreamt a lot of other things as time passed by, it was always about something bad that usually happens the next day or the next after the next, get it? Anyway, I was able to prove to myself that I dream about things that comes true. After all those dreams that I dreamt before it was enough proof. So, what astounded me is that when I turned 18, that night of my birthday, I dreamt of someone. Someone, who made my heart ache at the same time made it ecstatic. A baby boy. Who I later on dreamt of as a boy. Then he was a teen, my age. Everyday I dream of him. A happy nice dream. It was pleasant. But never have I seen his face. Only his silhoutte and his eyes. Blue as the ever mischievous sea. That was my only clue of who he is, wherever he his, I'll know him, with just that tiny vivid detail. Its up to fate when that time is. I just hope its soon... I didn't like what I dreamt of last night. It includes me and him. And we're both in danger.

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