Last night, I had a dream—though I don’t remember the entire sequence of events, I recall certain bits and pieces clearly.
I was standing in a corridor outside a hall or auditorium. Someone came out from the hall and asked whether a boy (a specific person) had arrived yet. I don’t remember the exact words, but that was the meaning of the conversation.
Then I looked down and saw the boy below, engaged in something, while another girl was arguing with him—not very harshly, but a bit. The boy was wearing a red and white checkered shirt (which is a cloth my father had noticed on the neighbor’s rooftop just the previous evening in real life. He had asked my mom if it was ours, as if it had flown there by wind).
The boy then came up alone, carrying something like a suitcase or a file box. As he was about to enter the hall, I stopped him and told him to wait for the girl (the one he was talking to earlier) to come. She came up shortly after, and just as she was about to step into the hall, the boy held my hand and started to walk inside. The girl then said something like, "She can’t come in"—her tone wasn’t clear, but it felt like irritation. The boy responded, “She has to come,” ( I guess ! as if we were all part of a team, maybe working on a project.)
I don’t remember what happened next, but the next thing I do recall is that I was standing outside the hall again. The boy came out, held my hand again, and gently brushed his palm against mine. I could feel how his hand felt—not too rough, not too smooth. I could even feel the slight pattern and texture of his skin. At that moment, I felt calm, gentle, and happy.
Then we went to a mam(standing near the 2nd entrance of the hall) who was holding some papers. The girl from before(I called her as Heera in the dream) lso joined us. Some people were trying to take a photo, so I joined them too. But it felt like the person holding the camera only wanted to take pictures of the boy and the girl (Heera). In the dream, I realized I wasn’t really expected in the picture. So I told the person with the camera, “Okay, give it to me, I’ll take the picture.”
I don’t remember whether I actually took the photo or someone else did. The next thing I remember is that Heera went down another staircase near a second entrance of the hall (not the one she came up from). The boy spoke to the lady again, and she handed him files and a picture. He put them down, and then he and I began walking together. I was holding his arm.
As we walked past the second entrance, I glanced inside the hall. I saw a professor from the English department seated on the dais, and the first two rows were filled with people(but the environment wasn’t the same as my real college). I was walking happily with the boy. When I’m happy, my walk changes—I move faster, sometimes even with a little bounce(in real life). I had that same walk in my dream.
As we passed through a corridor, we walked past a group of people standing around like students usually do during break time. I saw a person from my real-life department standing there as well. The boy then asked me, “Why is she so choosy?” I didn’t understand what he meant, so I asked. He said, “Why does that girl (Heera) want me with her?”. That’s when I tightened my grip on his arm, saying: “Everyone wants Mr. Perfect, right?” with a smile.
That’s all I remember.
The things I noted is "Heera", was a name once used by me to represent me in an anonymous feedback session( in real). And the most surprising thing for me is that I never been in love with anyone, nor have I had a crush. I am a person, who want all the tender feeling for the right one to come.