Dreaming in a World of Mythology

“You have another dream about that hottie?”

“No, stop asking.”

That was a lie. I dream about him ever night, ever since I was a child.

I know not who he is, just that, he quite literally , is the man of my dreams.

Too bad he’s not real.

“Tell me about him again.” Cindy sighed, eyes glazing over.

“No.”

“Why not? Oh you just want to keep him all to yourself.”

“Cindy, he’s not real.”

“Skylar, you still dream about him, that makes him real enough.”

Letting out a sigh I smiled, glancing over at my pixie like friend.

“He’s tall, maybe six foot two, muscular, but not overdone. The muscles of a working man. Dark, almost black, brow hair, shaggy, just brushing against his eyebrows. A smile so absolutely amazing it makes your knees buckle, and blue so bright you swear they’re glowing.

But don’t be fooled my dear pixie, it is not just his looks that will capture your heart, his personality will as well.

His deep melodic voice shares no hate or swears, just love, and respect.

This boy, this man, has no name, he has no breath, no heartbeat, no soul, because he’s not real.”

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“Skylar, why are you crying?” My heart sank as his voice filled my ears.

“I can’t take this anymore. What is the point of all of this?”

“This?”

“This. You. You’re not real, we’re not real.”

My voice slowly crackled out as I looked to the ground.

These dreams had to end.

For eighteen years he’s concurred my thoughts, ever since I was five. We aged together, grew up together, he was my first crush, my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first love, and it was all fake.

None of it was real.

I’ve been waiting out my life, waiting for him to actually show up and take me away, to tell me he loved me too.

But none of that will ever happen.

My life is nothing but a joke.

“Skylar, I’m more, real, than you think.” He smiled sadly before fading away.

“Wait! I lied! I don’t want you to go! I need you! Please, don’t go!”

Darkness over took my senses.

He was gone. Everything was gone.

What the hell was I going to do now?

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“You haven’t told me about your dream guy in weeks Sky.”

“That’s because I haven’t seen him in weeks Cindy.”

“What!? No way! You’re joking right?”

“No, I’m not joking. I haven’t seen him for two weeks. He’s gone.”

The college hallways held only a few lingering students such as myself and pix, which is probably why the guy in front of us heard my sorrow filled statement.

“Your boyfriend left you? Sorry to hear that.”

I swear on my life, if Cindy wasn’t next to me, I would have completely fallen over from shock.

“Y-you?”

“M-me? I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Oh my goddess. “I have to go.”

“Skylar! Where are you going!?”

“Home!”

“But I drove!”

Gasping for breath I shut the front door.

Exercise was never my strong suite.

“Was your class cancelled?”

“Uh, yeah. Teacher wasn’t there.”

Finally making it to my room, I plopped down on my bed, trying to keep the tears back.

Why did I want to cry?

The man from my dreams was quite possibly real.

The other reason, I might just be going crazy.

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“What the fuck Skylar. Why’d you run? That guy was hot.”

“Cindy, I don’t know. I think I’m just, you know, seeing things.”

“What do you mean seeing things?”

Quietly I sat there, staring at the carpet.

“Sky, tell me.”

“It’s him Pix, it’s the guy from my dreams.”

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“Do you think he’ll recognize you if you wear what you do in your dream?”

“Cindy, it’s like, western times. I wear a dress. And I’m not doing that. If he can’t recognize me without that, then maybe it’s not him.”

“And maybe it is. Oh! I know y you’ll be excited about this.”

“What?”

“He’s in our class.”

“Oh fantastic! I just completely embarrassed myself in front of him yesterday and now we’re in the same class? At least I don’t’ have to sit next to him.”

“Actually, it seems we have the only college professor that likes assigned seating.”

“What are you saying?”

Hesitantly she met my eyes. “Yeah, you sit next to him.”

Eff my life.

And here comes the life ruiner now.

“Hey Cindy. Weird girl from yesterday.”

Really? Was that necessary?

“I have a name.”

“Oh I know, but it was great seeing the scowl on your face.” I could kick that smirk. “Skylar right?”

“Um, yeah. And you are?”

“Christopher. Pleasure to meet you.”

For some reason, that name just doesn’t sound right.

“But anyways, enough with the introductions, class is about to start, and I believe I have the honor of sitting next to you?”

“Apparently.”

“Well, lady’s first.”

Very gentlemanly he held the door open for us.

“Sit sit sit! I want to start today not tomorrow.”

Oh sweet Jesus.

This is gonna be hell

“Turn to the person at your table and introduce yourself.”

“Christopher.”

“We’ve been thought this already.”

I can’t even look at him.

They’re like twins.

“I know that, but does she?”

Quickly I glanced at the teacher, who just happened to be glaring my way.

“I’m Skylar.” My body tensed as we shook hands.

Am I being punished?

“Now that everyone’s on the same page, that’s your partner for the rest of the term.

You will have assignments outside of class, so you’ll have to take time out of your busy partying schedules to do what you’re actually supposed to do in college.”

I think I officially hate this class.

……

“What class is this?”

“Mythology. How do you not know what class you’re in?”

“….I never signed up for Mythology.”

At this he turned his whole body towards me. “You are Skylar Jones right?”

“Yes.”

“Christopher Kale.”

Kale?

I seriously need to talk to Cindy.

“I feel like I know who signed me up for this.

The world will be one less pixie when this class is over.”

“Can I continue class now or are you not finished with your conversation?” Blankly I stared at the teacher. “Well?”

“Oh please proceed, don’t let us simple minded heethans keep you from lecturing everyone.”

I could hear everyone hold their breath as they awaited for the profe to react.

Finally, a smirk crossed her lips. “I like you kid, now shut up, I have things to say.”

I love this lady.