The problem I have with dreaming is that it is a horrible trick played on you by your subconscious self while you are asleep. You live out all these wonderful fantasies and become all the things you never thought would be possible, you gain magical powers and can do anything you please… then you wake up. You realise you have been deceived once again and you go through the rest of your day feeling depressed about the fact that your life, reality, the real, actual, physical world, will never live up to the secret life you lead in your sleep.  

This is how I felt on the morning of December 5th 1995. I remember the date, as that morning was to be one of the most significant mornings of my life.

The night before, the 4th, was a cold one. It was so cold, in fact, that I could see my breath when I exhaled. It was my own fault really; I never got around to having my radiators fixed or having double glazing fitted. It’s not like I didn’t have the money, my uncle had recently died in a horrific car accident and he had no wife or children, so he left everything to me, including his money.  My little London apartment was like an icebox in the winter, but I was thankful for it. I didn’t know any other 18 year olds who owned their own apartment and had never worked a day in their lives. I loved being independent, and I loved not having to work or do anything to maintain that status even more.

That night, feeling cold and alone, I finished up my microwave meal for one and went to bed. I was relying on hot water bottles to keep me from getting frostbite, and occasionally, when I was feeling particularly lonely, I would hug one close to my chest and pretend it was a human being. Sad, I know.

I was doing this for about ten minutes before I started to doze off. I love the feeling you get when you’re just about to fall asleep, the falling feeling. On this occasion the feeling came to an abrupt end and I felt as though I had hit the ground. Hard. I got up and brushed myself off. I looked around and found that I was standing in a dimly lit, run down, little bar. I was alone. I took a moment to take in my surroundings. The walls were a deep, blood red colour, at least they would have been once. So much paint had peeled off that the main colour was white from the wall underneath. The place had obviously not been used in a while, although when I concentrated really hard, I was sure I could hear the laughter and chinking of glasses that would have once filled the small room. I could definitely smell the odour from the alcohol soaked carpet and nicotine stained ceiling. The bar itself looked as though it was made of mahogany, but I couldn’t be sure.

I suddenly felt a surge of panic searing through my veins, and spun around to see if I was being watched, but I wasn’t. I was still alone. The panic went.

I stepped across the threshold of the doorway I was standing in and found myself in a hallway. To my left were two doors which I assumed were both toilets, as one had a men’s room sign and the other had a clean patch of door where a sign would have once been, on my right, a little further up, was a door with the word club roughly painted on it. I walked towards the door with the intentions of exploring but as I got closer I heard footsteps coming from behind it. Now would be a good time to tell you that I scare very easily, and footsteps in a place I was unfamiliar with was enough to set me off. I ran back into the other room and hid behind the bar. “Pull yourself together, Savannah!” I thought, “just explain that you’re lost, you won’t get in any trouble.”

 I was about to step out from behind the bar when I heard the door open, and made my mind up quickly that I should stick with my initial thoughts and hide.

The footsteps drew nearer and soon I could feel the presence of a person literally a metre away from me. They were still for a moment and then walked back out in the opposite direction. Whoever it was must have heard me walking around and came to look for the source of the sound. I crawled as silently as I could to the doorway and slowly peered around the corner. My eyes fell upon the most beautiful face I had ever seen. My heart leapt into my throat, and sat there just as stunned as I was, not even beating. It felt as though time had frozen and there were no other life forms in the universe. All that existed was me and this amazing being. She was incredible. Then reality slapped me in the face and I realised how stupid I must look covered in dust and cobwebs scrabbling around on my knees.

She turned her head and looked at me, but didn’t say a word. She just looked confused. Then the light started to fade, the room was disappearing beneath me, I franticly searched the blackness looking for the bar but it was gone. I clenched my eyes shut wishing for the room to come back and when I opened them I found myself looking into the red numbers of my screaming alarm clock. I was late to meet my mum for breakfast. 

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I dont wanna give too much away but its basically about a girl, savannah, who has a series of dreams about another girl, lorelei, and ends up falling for her, even though before the dreams begun she was 100% into guys. There is gonna be a big twist at the end too :)

updated Nov 19 '11 by Fridgeraider