I only reciently learned that people normally can't pick up where they left off with dreams, I've been doing it for years.
I was on the stairs. The stairs somewhere, they were made of brown tile and cold metal covers on the edges. These were not the stairs at my apartment. I'm in my pajamas. The pajamas I had worn that night, my pajamas change so often that I can barely keep up with them. Sitting on the stairs in my black lace cami and little black shorts with my back against the wall. I was feeling sluggish, I remember that much.
He was there, crouched on the same stair in front of me, much more intimate than he had ever been before, with a hand on my cheek and another on my waist. "You've been awful to me. Where have you been?" I couldn't say anything, I was surprised enough that the words were coming from Him. I couldn't speak at all, my mouth was dry, and I was just in the mood to do nothing but cry.
I don't know if I was happy to see him, or angry. I had conformed to the idea that I wasn't his type after the dream where I saved the child. I thought I wasn't dark enough for him. All I could do was shake my head.
His tone changed, "No, I've been awful." I think it was the first time He kissed me. I knew there was always the same sort of strange romance in every dream, every once in a while before He would touch my face, tousle my hair, but this was the first direct contact. And I felt it.
I woke up for a few seconds and touched my mouth, then immediately fell back to sleep.
I was shopping with Samm, the Tiffany's at Easton was the marker, the store next to it. A store I had never seen before. Full of knick-knacks, bohemian clothing, and jewelry. Two old ladies stood behind the counter, chatting amongst themselves, they didn't even seem to notice me and Samm at all. Samm didn't say much, she immediatly went to look at the clothing, and I picked up a small lavender dress and set it back down. One of the women glanced at me and gave me a strange look. I tried to ignore it and went to look at the knick-knacks.
They were mostly small pieces of jewelery and charms and as I looked through them for something simple one of the ladies stopped me and took me by the hand to the counter, "You won't find what you're looking for in there. You're not so simple. You're a diamond-and-emerald-girl."
The combination was odd to me. It still is and I need to look up what the two gems mean. I think I'm looking to hard into this but every dream I've had with Him in it is always laced with subliminal messages.
The woman couldn't find what she wanted and she went to the back, assuring me that she would find it, constantly muttering to her friend about diamonds and emeralds. Samm was still leafing through clothes. And as I looked at my surroundings, something caught my eye outside the glass storefront, a man with long white hair, going into the tailor across the street. With a final glance at Samm, I left her there, calling as I went, "I'll be right back."
It was a splendid coat; red, blue, and green paisley-ish and soft velvet with black lapels, reaching all the way down him, trailing a few inches on the floor. "Do you like it?" He didn't even need to see that it was me coming in the door to ask.
"It doesn't suit you. It's too colorful."
"Doesn't suit me? Would it suit me if I cut my hair, wore nothing but black, and beckoned you with songs?" This was the first time He ever referenced another dream, and I immediately knew which one He was referencing. The coat was warm and He helped me into it, it was huge on me, "It suits you less I think."
I don't remember how it happened, there were chairs set up in the room, filled with just shadows of people, all unrecognizable. He took me with both hands on my arms, the coat shrugged up around me slightly, He whispered to me, "Smile pretty for them."
The next few moments were a blur, I was flat on my back on the ground, being dragged by the train of the coat into water. Vast dark water. And another kiss. The heavy fabric of the coat pulled me down, but He pulled me back up just as easily. I woke up once he smiled.
Here's where it gets strange. As if it wasn't already.
I force myself back to sleep. I'm there. The Tiffany's at Easton. I can get my bearings from there. First the store, I dart in and scan it for Samm. I'm terrified that she won't be there, but she is, and she's looking at the exact same item I left her with.
The old woman at the counter beckons me over. She's Nancy, the nurse I work with at the hospital, but she doesn't recognize me from there though. She gives me a small box, "I found it! I know you're a diamond-and-emerald-girl but this is just as good. It's called silver crystal."
I open the box and I recognize it immediately. It's a swarovski crystal star on a little black ribbon. "I can't afford it."
"It's been paid for, a lovely gentleman with white hair."
I set it down immediately, and I ran out of the store, the tailor wasn't across the street this time, I turned the corner, it was down from the Tiffany's. I pushed into the room and the coat was there, sitting on the mannequin where it fit the best. I got the attention of the man at the counter, he didn't recognize me at all, "The man, the man who that was for, is he still here?"
"He's not here, he'll be here soon though."
"I'll wait. I need to speak with him."
"Do you?" His voice was behind me and I turned to meet it.
"Listen to me," I was sounding panicked now, but I knew I had to get the questions out before I woke up again, "I need to know what you are. I need to know why you keep appearing. I need to know why the only dreams I ever have are about you. You tell me I'm awful, but you're the worst. You lead me into nightmares, one after the other, and then you go and pull all of this shit." He was putting on the coat now, the tailor had stopped paying attention to me. "I have a life, I have a boyfriend, I'm happy, but I need to know these things."
"You need to know?"
He wasn't going to tell me, and I made a loud angry noise before turning on my heel and leaving the store in a huff, calling back, "That coat looks like a carpet."
I rushed back into the knick-knack store and called back to Samm, "Lets get out of here, this place sucks." I looked at the little box on the counter and then said to the old ladies, "Tell the gentleman that I don't want the gift."
He was there when I turned around, "I can't give you answers yet. Be patient."