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What dreams may be

My freshman year of college I met a girl named Miranda. She was shorter than I was, at about 5’5. She had shoulder length black hair with a strip of bright blue that went well with her soft green eyes. Her bubbly personality and positive energy only made me more attracted to her. We only had one class together and didn’t get to chat much, but I would always fantasize about her. I was a bit timid and never told her about how I really felt. So the semester dragged on and the only thing getting me through the days was seeing her smiling face. It was almost time for midterms when she approached me after class. “My roommate and I are going to have a party tonight. Do you want to check it out?” she asked, leaning back on her heels, hands clasped behind her back, the ever present warm smile on her face. “Ya that sounds like fun,” I responded awkwardly, not quite sure what to do with my hands. “Okay. The party starts at eight. See you there.” Before I had a chance to reply, she had already turned and was quickly walking away. It was almost like she was nervous, but I shook my head for thinking such foolish thoughts. The rest of the day dragged on and at one point time seemed to stand still, but I finally made it to eight 'o clock. I didn’t want to show up right at eight so I waited a little longer before setting out. When I got to the party I was surprised to see how small there place was. A single floor house with only two bedrooms, the only door led right into their living room. ...

... It had a small kitchen and even smaller bathroom, so even though there were only ten people at the party, it seemed very crowded. I introduced myself to the party goers whom I didn’t know, all the while looking for Miranda. “Wait, did you say you’re name was Mike?” One girl asked as I had just finished introducing myself. “Mike, the Mike? The one that takes philosophy with Miranda?” “Yes, that’s me” I replied, suddenly uneasy about what she had said. “Is there a problem? Should I leave?” I asked in return. The blonde who had just grilled me, grabbed my hand and quickly escorted me outside. Just when I thought I had a chance with Miranda, it seemed that door was closing. We got outside and she closed the door, peeking in through the small window to see if anyone else was going to follow. She spun around quickly and talked even faster. “I’m Sasha, Miranda’s roommate. Listen to me when I say this. She has wild sex dreams about you almost every night. Like, she wakes me up with her moaning. When I asked her about it, she admitted there was a guy in her class she fantasizes about all the time and now those fantasies are invading her dreams. She invited you over tonight hoping you would make a move, but you didn’t hear that from me.” I stood with my mouth hanging open in stunned silence. Sasha turned around and headed back to the party, closing the door behind her. I needed a moment to grasp what she had just said. I took a few deep breaths and walked back into the party, trying and ...