Dearest Stranger.

I had a dream last night.

You were there in it. You know how sometimes you see unknown faces as your dear ones and very familiar people in the roles of strangers? It was an unusual dream. As if I ever had any 'usual' dreams. But what was really unusual that there was nothing horrifically morbid, no insanely obscure symbolism that makes your skin crawl when you wake up, no piercing shrieks that punctuate the rest of the day, no impossible subplots that make you flinch the next time you hear a name. It was unusual in the fact that it was seemingly ordinary.

Unusually, I was me in my dream, and you were you, you whom I don't even know and you whom I had apparently spent half my life with. I know it's ridiculous, please go tell that to my subconscious will you? So there were we, two very familiar strangers, sitting and talking. I was giving you one of my lectures on the intricacies of life and you were giving me one of your shimmering smiles that dissolve all the intricacies of life. Helped by the afternoon sunlight hitting your profile obliquely and unfairly giving your eyes a life of their own. It was very distracting.

Nevertheless I kept drawing colourful pictures in the air and you seemed to be quite content plucking them off in mid-explanation. Neatly folding and keeping them with you despite my quarter-hearted protests. Even funnier were the silly creatures I drew on your skin who would busily disappear within your flowing garment, sometimes so impatient as to not even wait for the finishing touches to be added.

The setting, as it does all the time, changed randomly with the conversation. One moment we were sitting on a park bench surrounded with cheerful and self-absorbed nameless everyday faces and in the next blink we were walking along a dirt trail among some very tall, very orange trees. Here you were leaning on the fence of a paddy field waving to nearby farmer, and now, it's the railing of a huge busy bridge and you're pointing to a distant colourful sailboat below, still telling me animatedly how the farmer had always dreamed of going sailing in the seas among towering waves, which were breaking relentlessly below the balcony of the seaside house which we were standing on. The Sun somehow managed to stay put where it was all along, apparently delighted to play on your face and highlight random features. While the wind would often contest it, alternately blowing your hair and drape across your face. But in my opinion the wind was no match, perhaps because I knew that the translucence of your skin favoured the Sun way too much.

It was unusual that we would be bickering like we always do, about who was right, while simultaneously agreeing that we were both right and wrong. It was unusual that we would finish each others plates of food grumbling about our own plates like we always do. It was more unusual that none of us could help snickering while desperate to hold together our furious frowns at having our food violated like we always do. It was unusual that we were two complete strangers all the time, like we always have comfortably been.

Most unusual was how we felt tired in the wanting-to-set afternoon Sunlight, after chatting and sitting and walking and reclining and running for endless eternities, in that wanting-to-set afternoon Sunlight. How we set ourselves down in the expansive and lonely green meadow which seemed to stretch till the Sun itself. How you knowingly fell asleep in my unknowingly embracing arms and how I knowingly fell asleep with my head in your unknowingly beckoning locks. It was so unusual for a dream because it was so usual for us cohabiting strangers.

And now that we sleep the sleep of wakefulness, let me ask you once more; dearest Stranger, shall we dream?

NesQuarX

Okay folks... I know this is not me me, and I have no friggin' idea which me is this me, I had sat to write something for the blog... This is what came... Not at all expected... But then again, I'm unpredictable, even to myself. (and not even one ellipsis, w00t!). Don't hesitate to flame me for this one... I totally deserve it (^_^)