He took my hand and I began to feel strange. My heart began to race and my body went numb. I had a chill. A certain chill that made me feel nervous. In front of us lied a lake surrounded by trees and huge mountains. The night sky was clear with bright stars and a full moon illuminating our surroundings.
This man that took my hand was not a man that I knew. He was a figment of my imagination. His eyes were bright blue yet it looked like something dark was hiding within. He was very mysterious yet I felt safe. There was something in the way he touched me and looked at me that made me feel this way.
The wind started to pick up and I felt a rush of adrenaline race through my body because something was happening. Something that I couldn't explain.
The water lifted high and started to form into a wall. My head rose as the wall of water climbed higher and higher. I looked over at this man whom I hardly knew and he was looking up at it as if it was his creation. But he was not yet finished. With one hand holding mine, he started to walk forward towards the wall. I felt fear yet I followed him.
There was something about this man that drew me in but it was not only his appearance that did this. It was his eyes that looked through me. There was something so powerful about them. When he looked into my eyes, he captivated me.
We stopped to where we were right in front of the wall. He then placed his other hand on the water that seemed to keep its form. Magic began to appear.
Somehow, the water was illuminated with light. My mouth slightly opened from how amazed I was.
I remember smiling because I felt something within myself that I had never felt before. It's a feeling that words cannot describe. It was something that your soul feels and so deeply cherishes. Here I stood in front of a beautifully glowing wall of water, seeing it as a vision of loveliness. Beauty pervaded the atmosphere.
As I stood in fascination, this stranger next to me looked at me and gave me a look that no one has ever given me. He stared at me with a look of admiration but he was not looking at what he had created, he was looking at me. He looked as if he was infatuated by me. As I stared back at him, I got lost in his eyes. He was a beautiful figment of my imagination.
I woke up to reality. I remember feeling slightly disappointed to come back to it. I wanted to return to the place where I felt things that are positively indescribable. I wanted to get lost in the world of my own mind.
The dream has always lingered in the back of my mind. It was a strange dream yet the beauty it had shall never be forgotten. It is fascinating I must say what the mind is capable of creating.