It was some kind of event, but I don’t exactly remember what. I was with a group of people and we had all gone for an adventurous hiking through some exotic locales. There were wild animals, pretty flowers, nice people.

I knew I was going to meet him on this journey. I just knew it. And I was right, there he was, just as I had imagined him.

Not too tall, must be around 5’6, wheatish complexion, medium built, he had a rough and ready stubble, lightly gelled black hair fell carelessly on his thin forehead. His face was chiseled longish with a sharp nose and when he smiled his otherwise firm facial skin crinkled and made lines around his chin and thin pair of lips. Amongst visible body art, he had three piercings on the right ear lobe, one adorned a diamond stud and the upper two had small gold rings. Left ear lobe just had the diamond stud. A pair of brown eyes which reflected depth, calm and confidence was in contrast with his carefree look which made him all the more mystic. He was wearing a jeans and a V neck cotton kurta. I even remember the color, faded orange.

All we had to do is smile at each other and we were in love. I can’t explain how it felt. Everything was so different. I was different, not like the way I am – strong boyish and all. There, with him I was sweet and feminine, I was lean and pretty, so lean I could just hide myself in his warm embrace. We started spending all our times in each others arms, we would talk and laugh like there’s no tomorrow, then he’ll say something sweet and romantic and I will shy away hiding my face in his chest. It was a world not known to me, I have never known anything more beautiful and peaceful than what I felt when he hugged me.

Then, one day, when I was in his embrace with my head on his chest, his hands caressing my hair, I asked him, “Do you believe in Lucid dreams?”

It was a weird question but I knew exactly, what was I saying.

He said, “I don’t know, may be not.” He he held me closer.

I hugged him too and said, “do you know you are not real, you are a dream.”

“What?” He exclaimed.

“Yes, I was working, mom was reading the newspaper, then I fell asleep near the laptop and started dreaming.”

I opened my eyes.