Michelle's Perspective
The moment I opened my eyes, Chris was there smiling at me with that gentle, captivating smile that always made my heart flutter uncontrollably. I couldn't help but smile back, a warmth spreading through me that was hard to explain.
"Hi, Christian!" I greeted, trying to sound casual and steady, even though my heart was pounding like crazy. Without warning, he gently cupped my cheeks and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
"Will you come with me?" His voice was calm, but there was an urgency in it that made me pause. He took my hand and began to pull me toward the mansion's exit.
"Where? Where are we going?" I asked, still caught off guard. My mind raced with questions, but I let him lead me anyway.
"We're going on a journey," he said with a playful grin that made my cheeks flush. "Are you ready to become a dream traveler?"
I blinked, stunned by the question, then managed a shy smile. "I don't know yet, but I'll go with you, Chris wherever you take me."
His grip on my hand tightened. "Don't let go, Michelle. I don't want to lose you." His words resonated deeply inside me, and I squeezed his hand back, holding on tightly.
As we walked, I remembered something I had read once about dream travelers. Souls caught between worlds, wandering inside dreams. Sometimes, the dead, the unconscious, or those lost in limbo become these travelers. They slip through the fabric of sleep, unable to return unless the dreamer awakens. Some remain trapped forever, while others move on, releasing their souls and passing peacefully. Dream travelers who are not anchored to their origin can sometimes get lost or left behind, and when two lucid dreamers meet, only one may survive the struggle to control the dream.
I shivered, but Chris's presence was reassuring, grounding me in this strange new world.
"Please, don't ever let me go, Chris," I whispered.
He turned to me and brushed another soft kiss on my forehead, holding my hand even tighter.
Around us, the world was dark and windy. I couldn't see much, but I could hear the gentle sound of the breeze. My heart pounded nervously, but I felt safe clinging to Chris.
"Are we close, Chris?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
"We're almost there," he said softly. "Just close your eyes and trust me."
I obeyed, letting my lids fall shut. Moments later, warmth spread through me like sunshine.
When I opened my eyes, I was stunned. We stood in a beautiful place flooded with golden sunlight. The air smelled fresh, and everything sparkled as if touched by magic.
"This is incredible… whose dream is this?" I asked, amazed by the surroundings.
Chris smiled, that same teasing smile. "It's the dream of a famous celebrity, Michelle."
Ahead of us stood a sprawling glass mansion, sleek and shimmering. On the balcony above, a famous singer was performing. His voice was mesmerizing, filling the air with music.
Suddenly, Chris grabbed me and pulled me behind a large rock. "Michelle, hide!" he whispered, laughter in his eyes.
We crouched, watching as the celebrity's gaze swept the area. I knew he was searching for us. It felt exciting like playing a game of hide and seek in a magical world.
"We've been spotted!" Chris whispered, and we dashed to a new hiding place. But we weren't fast enough.
"Are you lucid dreamers?" the celebrity asked, smiling warmly at us.
"Yes," I replied, feeling a strange calm wash over me. "I'm Michelle, and this is Chris. He's a dream traveler."
The celebrity's smile grew wider. "It's been a long time since I had company here," he said kindly.
Chris just stared, his eyes locked on the celebrity, and I elbowed him softly. He grinned, the tension breaking.
"Come inside," the celebrity said, motioning us forward. "I want some company."
I looked at Chris, who remained silent. Before I could say anything, the celebrity was already pulling me along. Chris tugged gently on my arm.
"We're not staying long," he said firmly.
"Wait, Chris," I begged, giving him my best puppy eyes. "Just a little longer? Please?"
He sighed but kissed my forehead again, wrapping me in a warm hug. "Okay, but just for a while. Don't go far."
I smiled and blew him a playful kiss as we stepped inside.
The mansion was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers sparkled, and elegant furniture filled every room. We were led to a sitting area, where the celebrity excused himself briefly and returned with coffee and a plate of exotic fruit.
I reached eagerly for a piece, but Chris swatted it away, sending the fruit tumbling to the floor.
"Why, Chris? It looked delicious!" I pouted, disappointed.
He leaned close and whispered, almost inaudibly, "Don't eat anything he offers you. Just say you're full."
I glanced at Chris, confused, but nodded silently.
The celebrity's voice softened, almost threatening, "Why did you throw that away"
Chris didn't flinch. "My girl is full already. Besides, he's on a diet, right baby?" He winked at me, making my heart race faster than before.
I forced a smile. "Yeah, sorry Gabby. I'll eat less for now."
Gabby looked between us, a strange tension lingering in the air. Chris gave me a meaningful glance that said more than words.
After the brief conversation, I felt my eyes grow heavy, and sleep crept over me again.
"Michelle, wake up! We have to leave before he wakes!" Gabby's voice jolted me awake.
I sat up quickly, reaching for Chris's hand, ready to go. But suddenly, Gabby grabbed me fiercely.
"Stay here! No one's letting you leave!" His grip was strong, and despite my struggles, I couldn't break free.
"I want to wake up! I have to!" I cried, panic rising.
"You have to stay, Michelle," Chris said softly, but then suddenly let go of my hand.
A dizzy spell hit me as darkness closed in. I saw a guy approaching a stranger before everything faded away and sleep took me completely.
As darkness enveloped me, a strange calm settled over my heart despite the turmoil inside. I felt weightless, like I was floating between moments between reality and dream, between love and fear.
When I opened my eyes again, I was somewhere new. The world was brighter, softer, like waking from a gentle whisper. Chris was there, standing just a little distance away, his silhouette glowing in the light.
I hurried toward him, relief flooding through me. "Chris," I whispered, voice trembling. "Where are we now?"
He smiled, that tender smile that always made my heart skip. "This is a safe place, Michelle. A place between dreams and waking. Here, no one can hurt us."
I reached for his hand, and he took it without hesitation, fingers intertwining with mine like they were made for each other. His touch was warm, steady, and I felt all my worries melt away.
"Why are we still dreaming?" I asked softly, searching his eyes for answers.
"Because your soul isn't ready to wake yet," he replied, brushing a stray hair from my face. "But I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere."
I felt tears sting the corners of my eyes, overwhelmed by how much I needed him not just in dreams, but in every moment.
"Chris, what if this is all just a dream? What if when I wake up, none of this is real?" My voice cracked.
He cupped my cheek, his thumb tracing gentle circles. "Then I'll find you in every dream, every moment. Because what I feel for you isn't bound by reality or sleep."
I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch, letting his words sink deep into my soul.
Then, without warning, the ground beneath us shifted, and suddenly we were surrounded by stars millions of twinkling lights stretching out into endless space.
Chris pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me. "We're not alone in this dream, Michelle. There are others like us dream travelers, lucid dreamers, souls searching for peace."
I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It grounded me.
"Promise me something," I said quietly.
"Anything."
"No matter what happens, don't ever let me go."
He kissed my forehead again, whispering, "Never. You're mine, Michelle. In dreams, in life forever."
And in that moment, beneath the stars, wrapped in his arms, I believed him.