A book. Well, of course there were the two books Grandma had bought for me, but this one was definitely neither of those By the feel of it, it was an old book. I took it out of the bag.
"What's in a Dream – a Scientific and Practical Interpretation of Dreams" the cover said.
I had always been interested in dream interpretation so I opened the cover to have a better look.
The book was old – it said it had been printed by the G.W.Dillingham company, NY in 1901. There was something written inside the cover – in old fashioned handwriting, the words written with real ink. It seemed to be someone's dream, written down in the book because the dreamer had thought it important.
"I dreamt of angels and ghosts in the sky, fighting for the throne hidden in the mists. There was a war going on in the mountains, in the seas, over the lakes, rivers, fields, cities and villages. Castles and towers fell into the fire. Waves of the ocean threw ships on dry land. Lightning struck from thunder clouds and death was walking the streets. I took shelter in a house in the hills, deep in the forest, where I was safe. I traveled through a gate to a land of sleep, and suddenly I awoke, surrounded by friends and there was great joy and light and laughing and hugging. But we knew we would have to draw our swords, take the key, open the door to the garden of Adam and Eve, and of the apple tree of wisdom, the seed of which was sown by the guardians of the orchard. But the snake, the dangerous adder was spying on us with its soldiers, under their flag and black banner and flames were devouring their hearts. We escaped them to our strongholds of stone where their jaws could not bite, but they stole our children and turned them into monsters who attacked their parents, their brothers, and their family. And tears rained in the midst of ruins where once beauty resided. So we went running to a library of books and ancient letters, to gain victory over our enemy and end this battle. And in the library there grew a beautiful flower, a lovely rose which I took. And when I woke up, I still held it in my hand."
A strange dream to be sure...
There was something more scribbled under the dream. 1-1, 2-2, 3-3, 1-1...
"What's that you are reading?" Grandma had managed to sneak right up behind me without making a noise. How did she do that?
"Oh, this? It seems to be an old dream book. I found it in my bag but I have no idea how it got in there."
"Hmm... maybe it had been there for a while and you'd just forgotten you had it. That's happened to me in the past. Here, I bought us cappuccinos. Don't let yours get cold."
She placed the tray on the table and bent closer to have a look at the handwritten dream.
"What a strange dream!" she echoed my sentiments. "Maybe you should try to interpret that!"
"That might be fun," I admitted, closing the book and putting it back in my bag, managing to get my finger caught in the bag's zipper in the process. When I sucked the blood from my finger, something bumped against the window next to my face. I almost screamed.
A little girl without front teeth was smiling back at me, her ice-creamy hands leaving palm prints on the glass. She had a Hello Kitty balloon tied to her shirt button and the wind was bouncing it against the window right at my eye level.
On the other side of the street I saw the blonde young man. He just stood there, looked at me directly, his eyes piercing the space between us. I felt a sudden shortness of breath - the beauty of his ice blue eyes was out of this world, even at this distance.
For a fleeting moment I almost remembered him. Then a truck drove between us, and when it had gone, so was he. Vanished into thin air.
After the initial shock of his sudden disappearance, I felt a surprising surge of disappointment.
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