A Strange Dream: 2

 the crossroad is not something romantic, if it was so modern and crowded by loud vehicles, people and passerby walked very fast and crossed the road heading to wherever their destination are. 

we are in the car; me, my best friend, my best friend's brother, and we looked outside. i remembered the atmosphere was light, pink-tinted, glossy (not foggy), like being drowned in a mixture of strawberry vodka and (too much) water.

my best friend's brother said, "it's two years ago."

i don't ask the meaning behind his funny exclamation of time. i noted that somehow, we were visiting a two years ago moments from someone's memory. but if it's the memory of someone other than ourselves, then the someone must have...

"it's her! it's her!" ... passed (i completed my thought). my bestfriend pointed towards a point outside the car. I saw my other bestfriend, seemed so happy and childlike, laughing beside someone. muscular back, masculine posture. i think it's someone special. someone special for my other best friend, i mean.

"how did we get there?" i asked. "it's a memory of her!"

i giggled. it feels like pensieve in Harry Potter's book. 

"do you think about her?" i asked my best friend's brother. perhaps we're ended up here because my best friend's brother.

"huh?" my best friend's brother seemed clueless, but more like implying how-do-you-know question.

"she seemed very happy," i concluded. 

I don't remember the aftermath, just my other best friend walked and walked, until she's very far I could not see her anymore. 

I woke up again.

how a happy memory can be very sad, with this pink-tinted nuances like a burnt dawn, signaling the end of the more-happy time?

p.s: i asked my best friend. she's completely fine. she asked if I missed her. I missed her and our memory in our happy town

A Strange Dream

 it's the third time I visited this place. 

the building was the combination of two famous coffee chain shop we used to visit, which reminded me this place is not real. 

however, we sat at the center of the crowd, and I don't remember the exact conversation. I just remembered you seemed exhausted, but you still had this laugh on your face, and I wondered how did you possessed a contradictory face emotion while you have a completely different emotion inside? I don't remember the exact conversation, like I said, but I noticed we didn't talk something serious and hard topic. but finally you said you are exhausted. with a laugh. 

i asked why. i don't remember your answer. 

I turned my face around and saw that all people wore black clothes. I don't remember the color you and I wore. I think it's more colorful. not this terrifying monochrome colors. I noticed something was off. 

i decided to go to bathroom and back to the place we sat. but no one's there. no customers. no coffee shop. the building has changed into the real one--a university. 

then, I woke up.

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it's a strange dream

i haven't dream about you since awhile.