A tall young man, with brown hair and eyes, with caramel skin and with scars all over his arms. He was standing in the middle of a vast field of grass that seemed to stretch further than the eye could see. Confused, He started looking around, at the grass in front of him, at the flowers in the distance.
Finally, He turned around, and behind Him, He saw a great hill that seemed to be as tall as a mountain. Something drew Him to it. He started running towards it. As soon as He reached it, He started running on it, getting closer and closer to his destination.
At the top, another vast plateau of grass but this one was different. In front of him there was a river, it was a shallow river, half a meter deep and two meters wide, he could cross it in two steps, but something told him not to, it locked him in place.
Across the river, there was a great willow tree, as tall as could be, with bowed branches that swayed at the slightest breeze, with leaves that swung each sway, and with an all too familiar fragrance.
By the willow tree stood a figure, it was the figure of young girl. He couldn't make out her face, as if it was blocked by something. She was wearing a straw hat with a daisy in it, a flowing, white summer dress that came just below her knees, with hair whose color he could not make out, just like her face, but that flowed in the wind like the willow she stood next to, her skin was as white as the daisy's petals, as a deep winter's snow. Her back was turned to Him, her hands intertwined, as if she had been waiting for a long time there.
Suddenly, He realized He could not move, nor speak, nor shift His eyes from the young girl, he was stuck.
"So… that's… it?" He asked through fleeting breaths, but it was not Him who asked, but something else inside.
He finally recognized her, she was none other than Liu, with her long, luscious, green hair blowing in the wind, still, He could not discern her facial features. Slowly turning to Him, she replied.
"Do you want it to be?"
"I... I don't, I really, really don't!" He exclaimed as tears started running down His face. "I don't! I don't! I don't!" He repeated, throwing a tantrum, as if He was still a child.
Liu let out a sad, regretful smile.
And as soon as He saw Her smile, He woke up. He was in the same messy bedroom He had lived in for the past five years, littered with trash and misplace photos of memories past. The same sad apartment He had moved to five years ago when His family left their city and moved.
The same place He had run away to five years ago.
He slowly turned, sitting on the edge of His bed. Slouched over, His hand was the only thing providing Him support.
"Jesus..." He sighed.
He had dreamt that dream for the past three years. With some variation, of course, different flowers, more flowers, less flowers, but the ending was always the same, as well as the build up to it.
He tried going to therapy countless times, taking sleeping medication, and even medication that promised Him lucid dreams each time He took one before sleep, it was all in vain, nothing really made the dream go away nor change it in a significant way.
He learned to adapt, to live with it and make peace but it still rattled Him whenever He woke up, and after two years, it was more than tiring.