I stood in a strange desert area with nothing but bland mountains and dry sandy ground surrounding me.
Where I was, I couldn't say.
The sun was going down behind a mountain, a strange dark cloud sitting above it.
It felt surreal, yet so real at the same time.
And there I saw him, standing so put of place.
The stranger I had been seeing.
The one with the long dark locks, and the oddly tall frame.
"Who are you?" I asked, but he appeared to be too far from me to hear my question.
I took a few steps closer and repeated my question once again.
"Who are you?"
He still stood unmoving, eyes on me.
I reached out for him, but he vanished right as my hand was about to meet his.
I opened my eyes and let out an annoyed sigh.
This must have been the fifth dream I had about the stranger.
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