This
story is about me and a girl. Let's call her Fi. She is someone I got to know not too
long ago, as we go to college together. The strange thing is, I feel like I have
known her for ages. When we talk, there is a certain fluidity to it, unlike
when I talk to someone I don’t really know. We bonded abnormally fast and
seemed to trust each other really easily. We also had this thing for sensing
each other’s feelings and are at each other’s aid just when we both need it
the most.
However,
there was one thing that really bothered me. Neither of us remembered where,
when, or how we actually met each other. Now, you may think that this is rather
minor, but I have a habit of keeping tabs on how I met everyone I’m close to, and it really bothers me. Then one day, I had a dream.
This
dream I had was unlike any other. It was so clear that I actually thought it to
be real, and that I was actually there. But it was impossible, because I saw
myself from a third-person point of view. Not myself as I am now, but myself as
a child. I was playing in a sandbox with a girl of about the same age. Right
away, I knew that the girl had to be Fi. But how can that be? Of course, I don’t
remember when I met her, but I was positive that I haven’t known her for that long.
It felt
so surreal. My dream continued flicking through scenes of me and Fi as we
grew up together. My 9th birthday where Fi gave me a toy
lightsabre as a present, the time when we turned 13 and had to go to separate
schools, and another scene at 16 when she was in tears and I was there
consoling her. I was dazed and confused. If these were memories, I definitely
did not live them. So, what did they mean?
I woke
up with a jolt, covered in sweat. I looked at the clock. It was already 6 in
the morning. I wasn’t planning on going back to sleep anyway, so I got out of
bed and cleaned myself up for class. All the time, I only had the dream in my
mind. I was still clueless as to what I just dreamt of. Were any of those
scenes real?
I was
still daydreaming about it as I walked to class, so I wasn’t paying attention
as to where I was going. I was walking at a normal pace through the corridors
towards my class when BAM!! I crashed
into someone and both our books flew in all directions. I hastily looked for
the person I walked into so I could apologise, when I saw that it was Fi. She,
apparently, wasn’t looking where she was going too. When we made eye contact,
however, all in that split second, everything instantly made sense.
The
dream I had were definitely memories, but not mine. I never lived them. But I
may just as well have had. I then knew that somewhere out there, in a parallel
universe, in an alternate reality, those scenes actually played out. Fi and I were childhood friends. We grew up together. More importantly, we helped
each other through life. Fi and me had already known each other before we
even met! But as fate had it, we didn't live in that strand of reality, but our lives had always meant to be intertwined. And even though she never told me, I knew she had the exact
same dream.
-Izzat R.
-Izzat R.
