I saw a girl. She was sitting on something — but something was off about her. Wrong. Her presence sent a strange chill through the room. I was with a group of people, though I couldn't place their faces. One of them tried to take a picture of her, and that's when things got terrifying.
In the camera, another face appeared — a man's head — embedded in the stomach of the girl. I looked closer, and suddenly it began to move. Grow. Twist. The grotesque head began pushing its way out of her body.
Someone screamed.
A gunshot rang out.
The thing fell to the ground, but it didn't die.
Someone tried to smash it against the floor — it shrieked inhumanly, but it still wouldn't die. I stepped forward and shouted, "Run it over with a car! That's the only way!" They did — and finally, it stopped moving.
Then I woke up.
And he was standing right in front of me.
He was wearing a jacket, calm as ever, and said, "Come on. We need to check something."
I was still catching my breath. "What do you mean?"
He glanced at me with that half-smile. "Remember the dream we saw yesterday?"
That's when my heart skipped.
I stared at him. "Wait… we saw the same dream?"
He nodded, like it was no big deal. "It's not the first time."
Before I could even respond, he grabbed me by the waist and jumped — off a bridge, off something high — and we landed perfectly. I didn't even feel the impact. He'd made sure I landed on something soft.
There was another girl there, someone helping or observing, but I didn't see her face. We were in a quiet room now. There was a computer. He sat down and started typing.
"Do you know how to do this?" he asked.
I leaned over him, close enough to brush against him. "I learned once, but I forgot…" I murmured, letting my body press softly against his.
He noticed. His fingers brushed against my side — lightly, teasing, like he didn't want anyone to notice. The room was quiet. The girl left.
The moment the door closed, he looked at me. "Lock it."
I smirked. "No. They'll get suspicious."
We were already touching each other again, slower this time, more intentional. Like we'd done this before. Maybe in another dream. Maybe in another life.
Then I woke up for real.