I've had some more weird dreams lately. The past few nights have been full of adventure and fun, journeys that feel more real than fantasy. I feel that I need to share -- it's just all so fantastic!
There was a man, with short cropped hair, leather jacket and big ears. I thought of him as Nine. He was so lost, so alone, until he found the blonde. She is saving him, I think. I want to see more.
I've had more dreams of the other man, too. Ten. He has my best friend's face. The blonde is traveling with him as well, and I think they might have saved each other. They look so
happy.
It's all jumbled, but I think I'm starting to see the lines coming together.
Everything I've seen, imagined, and dreamed has brought me to a realization though:
I've never seen my face in my dreams. I see everyone else, but not me. I wonder what it means.