Night 1.
He came to
him in a dream, wearing that same tight shirt and jeans he wore in that first
picture he ever saw of him. In a sense, it was love at first sight. Fascinated
by the skinny jeans, that weren’t too skinny but fit tidy, and that innocent, naïve
smile, he clicked go and wrote a message that was responded almost instantly.
It started there, and went somewhere and then nowhere all the same. He named
him Red in his dream, because he could not remember what his name was in
sleeping hours. Just as later, he would not be able to remember what his name
was when he was awake, but would be able to easily tell you what his real name
was.
“You’ve
been waiting long?” Red asked, as he sat on the bench. “No just a couple of
minutes” Blue said looking at his watch. Red sat down and began looking into
his backpack. His demeanor was different from what Blue remembered, but all the
same he tried not to pay attention to this stranger. It was all new to him even
when he recognized Red. “Do I know you?” Blue asked, boldly. Red looked up at
him and examined him with his eyes, the sun up above was shinning bright but
the air was nice and cool. “I don’t think so, I mean I go to UC Irvine. Do you
go there?” “No, I don’t, actually” he responded. “I’m Blue by the way”. Red began
looking for something in his bag and couldn’t seem to find it. He appeared
frustrated. “So, whats your major?” Blue asked, “Oh, I’m in civil engineering”.
The response struck a cord, but didn’t understand why. It was a painful
response, a sort of reminder of what type of guy he was. “So you are logical,
good at math, and completely disregard every single emotion known to man!” Blue
exclaimed in a fit of rage. Red looked up at him in puzzled confusion.
“Umm..what are you talking about?”. Blue didn’t understand the question, nor he
didn’t understand why he exclaimed what he did. He also didn’t understand why
he didn’t feel shame, which is something he would normally feel under this
awkward situation.
The cool
air around them became cooler, and all of the sudden it was raining, and there
appeared to be a cover on the bus bench that wasn’t there before. “Oh, I’m
sorry. I really don’t know what I’m saying nowadays”. “You’re crazy” he said
smiling. The phrase was oh too familiar, but couldn’t remember under what
context in his awake life. He felt himself smile warmly at the phrase. “A-ha!”
Red exclaimed as he pulled out what he was looking for. It was a pink, plastic
rose. “Here you go,” he said. He was struck by what was happening. “Why are you
giving me this?” he asked, confused but intrigued and excited all the same.
“Your bus is coming; you have to go so I wanted to give you this, because I
think you might have confused with something else. You are just crazy”. He
found himself smile and his eyes began to water. A bus appeared out of nowhere.
“Aren’t you boarding?” Blue said in desperation. “You know I can’t go where you
are going, but if you see me on the other side, remind me how great of a guy
you are.” “I thought you didn’t know who I was” Blue said, as he stepped on the
first step of the bus door. “I don’t but obviously, somewhere I do”. “You
believe in metaphysics too? Oh no, you must be worse than I thought” Blue said
with a smirk. “You are just too crazy” Red said. Blue boarded the train en
route to reality.
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