My dreams usually torture me, or I dont remember them at all.
I've actually written today's one down.
It's rather long though, and sometimes makes little sense, since it's a dream. Well you can skip to the ending, it's the most important part anyways.
Here goes nothing.
So, I think it begins at the airport of sorts, where due to a mistake in our visas, we (me and my girlfriend then) were turned down and sent a certain camp for people who have nowhere to go at the moment. (We were on our way to Japan, this happened a year ago, while we were still together, although we obviously didn't encounter any problems back then.)
Then the dream cuts, and we find ourselves at the camp, there are people everywhere as far as eye can see, usually just sitting on the ground and leaning against a wall of some nearby buildings.
Most of them have luggage with them as well, and all of them look heavily down in spiritis.
I remember I sat next to a guy, and then another couple who were slightly older than us. I do not know where she was at the moment but she was not present.
I was disscussing the reason of being turned down by the airport with the guy next to me, and upon his closer inspection, he pointed out the mistake, which turned out to be my fault completely.
At this moment my girlfriend returns, and having overheard that, takes the visas so she can confirm the errors I made.
And then I fully know it's over. I can feel her instant disappointment, and before she gets to read anything, I stand up and walk away without a word.
My path takes me to a certain small department store located in the middle of the camp, and there a realization dawns upon me. That is, I remember this reality, and that I come from it. It is still unknown to me that I am in a dream though.
I fall to my knees, realizing that soon after she reads the papers, she'll break up with me, because I ruined it all.
And in my mind go thoughts that I will lose her again, whether this is my fate? And if it it always has to end like this? (Knowing that even though its a different reality, I am about to lose her again, just as I did in this one in the future.)
At which point I hear her voice somewhere far behind me, she's talking to one of the clerks, giving them my description and asking if they had seen me. The clerk points in my direction, but at that moment I have already come close enough to them so she doesn't have to look for me.
She turns to me, hands me the visas, visibly looking exhausted and disappointed, then simply says: "I am going home."
I knew that this will happen, is what rushes through my mind, overcame with defeat.
I walk her outside, and then the idea to yet save all of this hits me.
"Would you believe me, that, perhaps, I come from the future?" I say in a somewhat sad tone.
She stops walking and turns to me, first she gives me a strange expression, tired, mixed with puzzlement. After a second or two though, a certain vision or idea forms in her mind, her eyes start suddenly looking much sadder than before, with a certain tint of forgiveness. And then she looks to me for an answer.
I somehow knew that the thing on her mind, is that, during the flight, the plane might have crashed, and that either her or both of us have died.
It's not the same as the reality I knew will happen, where we will eventually break up after coming home after some time, nonethless I became overcame with the feelings from this reality, seeing in her eyes the forgiveness, and knowing I still have a chance to make everything right, because at the moment, she still loves me.
I realized that, at this very moment, she is still mine.
Before I knew it, tears were running down my cheeks.
I embraced her, tightly as ever, and in a half broken tone of voice, uttered these words.
"I've missed you so much."
And then I wake up, without her by my side, yet again.