So this is my dream from last night. It was about Aichan and meeting her, but she was not the Ai Takahashi from Morning Musume. This may seem like it went for a long while, but it was actually a short dream. Some parts may be a bit exaggerrated but this kinda like a half description of my dream, half story I whipped up here. So get ready for a bunch of cliche’. But this is my blog, so I can do whatever I want xD. *and yes you can pretend I’m someone else, or for your own pleasure, feel free to be yourself*

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It was a drama class right? I was never into drama, also cause of the fact that I was extremely horrible and lame at acting, but never mind that. Because in my dream, I was a regular student in a drama class along with many other people. My status was the same as the status I obtain in real life – almost completely ignored by many. But that was soon to change with one student, but a very beautiful student from my class.

The people there, I could remember there was so many of them, but I could not remember their faces. Maybe I’ve dreamt of familiar classmates, or maybe just random strangers created in the dream factory in my mind, but I do not know. But two seats away from me, was a girl who sat on my right side. I did not notice her at first. But what I did know in reality, that her name was Ai Takahashi. The same Ai Takahashi in Morning Musume. But in my dream I was torn between reality and fantasy. I knew this girl was Ai Takahashi, but in my dream I did not know her at all. But it was her. But my dream self failed to fully recognise that. So she was just a regular, but extremely talented classmate in my drama class. A fact brought from reality into my dream, for she was actually talented in acting. The drama studio was very small, with timber flooring and matching wooden walls surrounding us. But it was a very well known drama studio with a solid reputation.
It was always the same procedure everyday, once everyone steps into the drama studio, they sit in their seats at once. The seats were not assigned by the teacher, but everyone was content in where they sat. The chairs were set in a fairly wide circle, around a few metres from touching the walls of the studio. It seemed that it was in the same suburb as my school. But neither did my school or every other place in reality that I was familiar with, exist in my dream. Except for one, the train station from same suburb. In my dream, the train station was exactly how it is in reality.

For some reason, I began to take a strong interest in Miss. Takahashi. It was probably during one of the acting practices. The teacher asked if she would like to demonstrate to the class. My head perked up as she quietly got up and walked to the centre of the circle. It looked like she was swiftly floating more than walking. I did not prepare myself for what was going to happen. Her timid self was a shell,  I adored her magnificent acting – but also her beauty stood out. I bet I was not the only one entranced by her beauty. I looked at the faces beside me. All had a look of as if they were in another world, a world in which she created for them through her acting. Miss. Takahashi smiled at the attention and praise she recieved. She sat back down at once. I looked at her and finally realised in my mind that she was indeed, Ai Takahashi. I looked at her knowing who she was, but almost a complete stranger to me. I was in a state of confusion. But all that confusion was swept away as she slightly turned her head to the side, facing towards where I sat and gave a small smile of appreciation, thanking me for my absolute attention as she demonstrated her acting talent. I looked down at my hands. It was no problem at all really, she was such a beautiful woman.

Language. There was no language barriers at all. Me, able to fluently speak English because it is my first language, but Japanese I could not. I do study the language in reality, but I was not fluent. Ai Takahashi, fluent is she in Japanese, and as much as she loved English and is quite good at it so far in real life, she could not speak it fluently. But in this dream of mine, words spoken from the mouth was not important. It was all, but through action that we were able to communicate with each other. No spoken word was needed at all. Sure, I could hear the mumbles and chatter of the other people surrounding me, but not one word could be picked out in my dream. All was incoherent.

Days passed by in my dream, but it was like if as someone pressed a fast foward button. But my heart and mind stopped and played the parts where Miss. Takahashi came entered the scene. All I saw was her in my dream, and almost nothing else. Day by day, it would always be her getting up to do her demonstrations. Day by day, I would always be captured by her beauty and sigh at how elegant she would always look as she acted. Tears, smiles, frowns could be seen on her face. Emotion would be displayed not just on her face, but all over her body. Every detail of the demonstration would be so perfect to watch. It felt like that she should not be here, but on the top with the other stars in Hollywood. She would be a millionaire with talent like hers. But no words ever came out of her mouth. It would be always silent. But despite that, all the eyes in the circle of chairs would be watching her. I thought of finally leaving my chair to get up to her to try and start a conversation with her. It would be foolish of me to talk to her, I concluded. I was on the bottom of the social ladder. I felt like I was too low to deserve to speak to her. For she was so beautiful and popular, popularity being gained by her utter most extraordinary talent, loved by the drama class. But that was soon to change.

Everyday, I would only look at nothing but her beauty. The only thing in my life that stood out now. Forgetting everything else and just lay myself in the world in which she creates through drama. Then as she sits down, I would always still look two chairs away from me on my right, to see her smile. Does she recognise me? Or only thinks of me as just another of the crowd.

The next day, it seems that I was suddenly on a train. The interior of the trains were similar to that of the trains in my country. I was with my friends, it seems that my school was located somewhere else, and we were now going home. But chatting with my friends did not last long, the station I was due to get off on was approaching fast. I walked away from the group and stood in front of the doors. The station which I needed to get off on was the same station that was in the area where the drama studio stood. I got off as the doors pushed apart from each other. I slowly walked out, feeling a little sad I guess. But it was rare as I was used to being alone. I was going to walk to the studio alone once again. But I turned around at the train to see the smiles of my friends’ faces. But then something immediately caught my eye. Sitting on the top level of the train shining at me through the windows of the train. It was her.

She looked at me and out gazes met. I thought of the small gesture as if it were a miracle. Something like this was so rare, that I thought it was impossible to happen. She smiled at me, but behind that smile had a small hint of sadness as she looked away for a second. Is she…trying to hold back tears? She looked at me once again not with a smile, but it could be seen in her eyes. My face held no emotion. All was too much. She recognises me.

Everything after was a blur, but what I did remember dreaming, was the happiest moment in that dream. I was sitting in the studio, in the same circle of chairs. But with Ai in my arms. She was sitting on my lap, trusting me. My arms were around her waist. It felt awkward for me, but the feeling of the utter most happiest overtook that awkwardness. The light of my mind was right here, able for me to reach out to whenever I was in darkness. I rested my head on her back. I breathed on her neck as I lay my head there. I sat straight once again then she went down a bit and started to drift off to sleep in my arms. I could not help but stare at her sleeping face. It was like watching a child sleeping after a long day of playing around. The size of her did not help, she was so small. But her talent in acting could turn her into anything she wanted, that she did not look like a small child anymore.

So at that moment I looked to the right, two chairs away from me. The chair that I would always turn to gaze at, was now empty.

I smiled.

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*The reason for my sudden Aichan love this week xD*

GYAH! SORRY GAKISAN T_T