sanchez9440
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Reality check: Just returned from SA where I met this cute guy who works under this tourism company and serves as my instructor in jet boating.
Dreamt of him just now.

Vividness: 9/10
Apparently I missed my flight back. Went to look for him at the place where I signed up for my jet boat activity because he came to me as a caring, quiet, shy guy. A little show-off but nonetheless, human nature.
My baggage was in the flight, so I'm left with my little backpack and a few thousand Rand, aka ZAR (currency). I remembered being very confused and lost and asked for a job at the same tourism company cos the first thing that crossed my mind was I needed the cash.

Wasn't hired at all. I was a minor. Because i knew him earlier, he said he would help me but giving me a little sum weekly if I could clear the mess in his apartment. He handed me his keys, his number, gave me the address and a few Rands and off I went. He rushed off to what he had left off earlier.
Studio apartment with brick walls, a brown rugged loveseat, king sized bed with a white and black marble bedpost. Standard hotel bathroom with a shower and a bathtub. The so-called living room where the loveseat stood was a little messy, the shelf beside it with books arranged untidily. The rest was okay. No beer bottles, chips, nothing.

Pretty tidy for a guy.

I started cleaning up, arranging the books. The fridge was skimpily stocked. But the kitchen looked homely to me. There were tins of biscuits and cereals in the cabinets above the stove. I called and asked if I could wear one of his big shirts cos obviously I didn't have my clothes with me. He said sure thing. I said thanks. "It's my pleasure." he replied. he had to have the last word.

I went to take a shower and noticed all the hair care products lining up against the wall on the sink. I can't remember specific brands but there were purple and orange ones. Looking at them I suddenly thought of his dirty blond hair and how it swayed with the breeze and flapped with the strong winds of the sea. I sang in the shower, relieved to have received help with someone I knew for 2 hours. Nevertheless he seemed harmless and decent enough.

He told me he knocks off at 8:45pm and would return by 9. I went into the showers at 6 plus. Near 7. He returned at early 7 o'clock. Of course, he had to take early leave to get dinner for me. What a burden. I forgot his shirt and walked out of his bathroom wrapped with a fluffy towel. He heard me singing apparently. He had takeaway in his hands and he was about to knock on my door. I mean, I have the first person, and third person view. So basically I can see myself and him interacting. And from the looks of me, I have a crush on him.

If not why would I dream of him in the first place?

He saw me. Gasps, and walks out with the takeaway meant for me. He wasn't speaking physically but he emits this "I need to take a breather" signal. So he stood at the doorway leaning against the railings. He came in later looking for his cigarettes which I hid. He DEFINITELY doesn't look like the type who smokes. Dirt green eyes speak of a bleak past but his dimples and sexy lips are gentle enough to revive a flower.
(There are no verbal communications at all. Just mind-reading.)

Where are my cigarettes?
I threw them away.
*awkward silence as his face flushed a little with a tinge of anger.
Don't touch my private things.
I'm sorry.. and reached out to retrieve the pack of cigarettes from behind the counter where I hid it.
I didn't throw them away at all. I just want you to quit smoking. It's a little nuisance of me...but I have uncles who died from smoking.

I remember biting my lips hard as I waited for his response.
It's okay. You're probably right. My sis wanted me to quit a long time ago.
With that, he threw them into the bin. I was caught off-guard by his sudden change of mind.
i ate as he observed me eating, but somehow it doesn't feel uncomfortable like it always does to me.
I know I am dreaming because I can feel the heat coming from my bed as I tossed and turned.
and besides, it's totally impossible for me to be there with him.

The next day I found a box of unused condoms which were expired. I smiled because this meant that he hasn't had sex in a very long time.

Suddenly a few weeks past, I know that because all of a sudden I am familiar with him. He said something about his past and gave me funds so that I could stock up his cabinets, fridge and whatever that needs to be stocked up. He was less shy and gave up smoking, and told me about his nightlife when i mentioned the expired condoms, with a burst of courage of course.

Turns out he wasn't the party type. (I saw a party bus in reality and this got infused into my dream) He met this girl in a party bus, which he didn't get on, and I'm surprised I didn't develop my dream further into how he met her. So the mystery remains there. I figured out she left the party bus and met him in the local bar. The un-wild type. The country type. She played along with him and he thought he really liked her. He had plans for her to move in with him. He saved and scrimped, but luckily those funds were not cheated away by her. He saw it then, how their futures clashed when her boyfriend surfaced into the picture.

After that episode several similar ones followed. He asked if I had a boyfriend. I laughed and replied, I'm only 16! We chuckled. (in which I recalled youtuber's Charlieissocoollike saying we can't 'chuckle darkly' infused in my dream.) I told him about how strict my mom is about dating and how she seemed to dislike all of my decent friends. And how she doubts people around her. Which is very true indeed in the real world. Suddenly my parents were out of the picture and I didn't develop the area which I was supposed to go to the airport to check for news of them any longer. Everything revolved around us now. I knew although the problem (returning me to my parents) has altered, it would come round again.

By now his friends knew something was going on with him. He came into work smiling and leaves early. The time in my dream seems to pass more quickly, and i know I am wakening soon so I try to prolong the dream but ended up fast forwarding to the major bits. He got invited to a party but I didn't go with him. At this point of time something tells me that we were together, already kissed, but I didn't dream of that part. Did visualise it in my dream though. Oh, and, we slept on the same bed because I was guilty of having him sleep on the couch which he falls off often. No physical touching or heavy petting of course.

Someone knocked on the door.
It was one of his friends.
Unlike him, his friend was suave in an evil way. Don't get me wrong, he's charming and cute, but not handsomely suave.

I didn't open up. Something tells me something was wrong. I waited for his return but accidentally fell asleep on the loveseat. He returned and I told him about it.

Strange. He said.
That's my friend who hosted the party.
(I didn't know how I knew that guy's name cos apparently I never asked and he never say. That part was undeveloped well)
Some part of me thought that that guy hosted the party to get him away from me.

Fast forward again. To the scene where he sat next to me in the plane back to Singapore. I don't know what the heck happened to his job and that guy, but I recall him signing an apartment lease. I remembered going through the customs, where I went through via the automated thumb print machine which my international passport had registered. So it was an easy job getting through. It's something I've always been proud of in the real world. My international identity and those speedy thumbprint machines that only my country has. Which made me feel so welcomed and professional. I recalled laughing at him as he waited in the queue, a little grumbly in an animated way.

I met my parents. My parents remembered him. My mom doesn't like him.
I told them he was with me and we like each other. My mom looked angry. My dad looked okay. He's always friendly. I'm hoping he would approve of our relationship. My mom didn't seem to be convinced. I was maddening impatient by then because it felt like I've spent hours in the arrival hall convincing them when finally I blew my top and lied that I've slept with him.

My dad, the friendly one turned hostile. He didn't yell. Something radiated from my dad.
A choice. He wanted me to choose between him or my parents.

I woke up because I didn't dare to face my own answer. And something in me that knew that woke me up.