The DReAMers Pt. 02

Oh. My. God.

She was absolutely stunning. The most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I couldn't speak. Everything within me just caught in my throat as I stared into the purest, deepest pair of blue eyes I had ever seen. Her unblemished skin had a hint of a tan and her abundant rich mane hung around her in waves of copper that appeared to shimmer under the lights.

Her smile deepened and I saw that her lips were a full deep red and lusciously vibrant.

I was gone. Completely stunned. My gaze fell on her suit and the thing I had remembered most about it. It wasn't a badge. It was a patch of some sort. It showed what looked like a fat torpedo with fins on each side and an engine of some sort along the top and rear with an oval-shaped cockpit at the front. Underneath the machine were what looked like letters and numbers. But nothing like I had ever seen before.

It felt like I had suddenly gone back in time and was twelve again.

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Everything had gone from dead stop to a hundred miles an hour as I tried to come to terms with what was happening to me. My mind was turning cartwheels with a million different thoughts tumbling around inside my head.

This is real. This is not a dream.

The one thing that stood out the most to me as I stared at this strange girl was the one thing which stunned and shocked me most of all. Her appearance. The way she looked.

She hadn't changed at all.

She looked exactly the same as I had remembered her in my dream. And she was just standing there. Right in front of me. Smiling as though she knew and understood everything that was going on between us.

I tried to speak. Say something. Say anything.

"Muh," I gasped, swallowing hard, "My name is Harry Watts and I'm eighteen years old!"

The girl tilted her head to the side slightly and nodded.

"I know," she replied softly, "I know."

Then she reached forward with her right hand and cupped my left cheek which she stroked with her thumb as her blue eyes searched my face.

"I don't understand," I said to her.

The girl lowered her hand. "You will. One day. Everything will make sense. Just know that everything happening to you is for a reason."

Reason? What reason?

Thank God I was finally beginning to think straight.

It was then I noticed the other people on the floor glancing at us out of curiosity as we stood there facing each other. Not that it mattered in the slightest. Everything was focused on her and the need to find out who she was, where she came from and why she was here to begin with.

"Who are you?"

Her wide smile slowly turned into a wistful one.

She shook her head.

"Then where are you from and why are you here?"

She stayed silent and looked at me.

"I saw you," I said firmly, "I saw you in a dream. My dream. How can you be here? That was six years ago. You look exactly the same as I remember you."

She raised her head and that beautiful smile came back.

"I wanted to see the Wizard," she whispered, "I wanted to see the wonderful Wizard of OZ with you. And I did."

I had met the Wizard of OZ in that dream. I could feel my heart start to beat faster again. How could she have known about what happened in the dream unless she truly had been there?

"That's not possible."

"Everything is possible, Harry," she replied, "You just have to give it a little time and patience."

She dropped the lingerie on the floor and reached her right hand up to her ear as if something distracted her.

She suddenly took a step forward as she started to leave and walk past me. But I quickly stepped in front of her and held up my hands. Oh, no you don't lady. Enough with the riddles and games. I wanted and needed answers from her and there was no way I was going to let her go before I got them.

I shook my head. "We're not done," I warned her.

The girl looked at my raised hands before her eyes met mine. She appeared amused as she licked her lips and glanced down at the floor before her gaze returned to meet mine.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

No. But what choice did I have?

"You're not going anywhere until I get some answers."

I stood there watching as she lifted her own hands and slipped her fingers through mine until she had a firm tight grip. Uh. Okay. This is something. Was this where she kicked my ass into next week? I glanced from our clasped hands to her face which had a faint blush on it as her lips opened slightly. What the heck was she up to?

She jerked me forward with our bodies coming together and, to my complete astonishment and surprise, her lips found mine in a passionate kiss that lifted me off my feet emotionally as she let go of my hands and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I think my brain melted. I just stood there like a lemon with my arms down by my sides as she kissed the soul out of me. I gave a sort of strangulated grunt as she forced herself against me and I felt the obvious thrust of a pair of sizeable breasts against my shirt covered chest.

Whatever sense or reason I had left floated away like confetti on a Spring breeze and I didn't notice her right hand touch me behind my ear as she finally broke the kiss and took a step back breathing hard. I just stared at her open mouthed like an idiot. Her face was flushed and she reached up to touch her lips with her fingers.

"I shouldn't have done that," she whispered.

I got the impression she was talking more to herself than me. My head was still in the clouds and it felt like I was floating. I had this strange numbing sensation at the top of my spine as if everything had lost sensation and the ability to move.

The girl stepped up to me and put her hand on my heart.

"When the time comes," she promised, "I'll be there for you so don't be afraid."

With a quick glance around, the girl moved past me and headed for the exit.

Wait. Didn't I tell you that I wasn't going to let you go without getting some answers? What the hell? I tried to run after her but found that I could barely move a muscle. Everything had seized up and it took a huge effort to even turn around.

The effect lasted for less than a minute but it was enough for her to get away. Slowly, but surely, I regained my strength and stumbled after her. Down the escalator, through the perfume section on the bottom floor, past a startled Nancy who waved at me as I ran out the main entrance and out into the crowds milling around.

I looked wildly around. Where was she?

I jumped up onto a street lamp to gain some advantage and, after a moment, finally saw her running away from me up the opposite sidewalk. She looked like she was heading for the alley where I first saw her.

But that was a dead end.

Dodging the traffic, I ran across the road in pursuit of the girl. There was no way she could escape if she went where I thought she was going to go. Then we'd have it out. The two of us. She'd talk even if I took her to the Police.

I saw her again. She seemed confused as she stopped between each store and looked down the alleys between them. Maybe she was lost. I slowed to a jog and stopped a few yards from her with her back to me.

"Wait!" I shouted at her.

I could see her shoulders rising and falling as she gasped for breath.

She spun around and stared wild-eyed at me. I took a step towards her but she held up her right hand.

"Don't come any closer!" she shouted back.

I took another step and saw the look of anguish on her face.

"We just need to talk!"

She shook her head with her glorious hair whipping around her like a fiery flame.

"Not yet."

Suddenly, she turned and ran down the alley where I thought she would go. The one alley in the street with a dead end. Okay. Here we go. This is it, lady. Time to put an end to all this nonsense.

I walked towards it wondering what I was going to do with her when I got there. As I approached, a waft of dust blew out from the opening and a soft hum filled the air for a split second before it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

I stepped into the entrance and stopped.

There was no sign of her.

Nothing.

There was absolutely no way she could have gotten out.

The girl had vanished into thin air.

Again.

***

"Are you telling me," gasped Marty, "You made a time machine out of a DeLorean?"

The Doc waved his hands around trying to shush him up.

"Well," the Scientist said with his arms stretched wide as he stood there in his white lab coat, "If you're going to do something like that you may as well do it with some style!"

Marty just shook his head and laughed. "Well, you're the Doc, Doc."

There was a knock on the door and Mom popped her head around it as I sat propped up against the headboard. I blinked and gave her a smile as I cleared my head and closed the book on my lap.

"Want to talk, hon?" she asked as she came over and sat beside me on the bed, "Don't think I haven't noticed something has been bothering you these past couple of days," she said as she put a hand on my arm, "There is nothing, absolutely nothing you can't talk to me about. You got that?"

I glanced at her and nodded my head. Even at eighteen, I was still her little boy.

"It's okay," I smiled, "Just stupid stuff. Nothing to worry about. Honest."

She gave me the concerned Mom stare. "You're not worried about that work placement thing are you?" she asked.

"What? No. Nothing like that."

"Is it that girl you've been seeing?"

I looked at her surprised. "How do you.."

Mom rolled her eyes. "There are no secrets in this town, silly," she winked, "Not with chatterboxes like Nancy Watson around on gossip duty!"

Uh. Yeah. Of course. I sure could tell Mom a couple of stories she didn't know about that woman and no mistake. But she was right. It was everything about a girl but not the one she was thinking about.

"No Mom," I smiled ruefully, "And her name is Debbie. She's in my College class."

"Well," she replied as she raised her eyebrows, "Would it hurt so much to bring her around sometime? I know I can be a bit cranky at times but I promise to be on my best behavior. Scouts honor!" she laughed as she crossed her chest.

"Sure, Mom," I nodded, "I'm sure she'd love to meet you. Maybe next week after Grandma has gone back home."

Mom glanced at her watch. "Speaking of the devil," she said as she got up, leaned over, and kissed me on the top of my head, "She's due in an hour, so I'll be heading over to the Station to pick her up when her Amtrak comes in."

She walked over to the door and turned to look at me.

"Whatever it is, hon," she said, "There's always a reason why things happen the way they do. Sometimes, all it takes is a little time and patience to discover the answer. If you're meant to know the reason then the reason will come to you."

She closed the door and I stared at it knowing she was right. As usual.

I looked down at the book on my lap and opened it again.

There, hidden between the pages, was the rough sketch I had drawn so long ago.

Of her. The auburn haired girl in my twelve-year-old dream.

Except she wasn't just a dream anymore.

She was real.

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The end of The Dreamers part 2

Continues in The Dreamers part 3

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