Cara, a senior Psychology student, has always been haunted by the face of a strange boy from her childhood dreams. As she grows older, the boy is replaced by a mysterious man in her dreams. Determined to understand the connection, she seeks the help of her best friend, a psychologist, to explore the meaning behind these recurring visions. In her waking life, two elusive men capture her attention, but they remain distant. Instead of feeling lost, Cara embraces this mysterious journey, knowing it holds the key to deeper self-discovery. With the support of her friend, she begins to unravel the powerful message her dreams are guiding her toward, realizing that the answers she seeks are within her reach.
View MoreA dream is also a reality, a hidden power of the mind that holds the truth,” Cara often reflected on this belief whenever her thoughts wandered back to the strange dream from her past.
As a child, Cara had been bright yet naïve when she first encountered that vivid, bizarre dream. In it, she met a boy she believed to be a childhood playmate. He was quiet and reclusive, and while the other children rejected him, treating him as though he were mute due to his shy nature, Cara saw something different in him. She understood that he wasn’t disabled or unable to speak; he could communicate just like anyone else, but he seemed to keep to himself. Something about him drew her in—something no one else seemed to notice. There was a kind of mystery about him that fascinated her, a feeling that something significant lay hidden beneath the silence. It was as if she could feel his thoughts, his pain, and his unspoken words without him having to say a thing. There was an undeniable connection between them, a silent understanding that neither of them dared to fully articulate.
The boy shyly approached her, asking if she would play with him. From that moment on, Cara became his only playmate. They spent countless afternoons together in the dream world, creating a unique bond, a bond that Cara had never experienced before with anyone else.
Whenever they played together, the boy would smile—an innocent, sweet smile that reminded Cara of the simplicity and joy of strawberry ice cream, a smile so pure that it made her heart race. His kindness was always reserved just for her, and every time they shared a moment, he would offer her candy in exchange for a soft kiss on the cheek. The affection felt almost magical, as though they were in a world of their own, where everything seemed perfect and untouched by the harshness of reality.
But one day, as Cara woke up from yet another dream of playing with him, she felt an unfamiliar emptiness in her heart. She searched for him, hoping that somehow, he would be there in the waking world as if the dream world and reality had collided. However, she quickly realized that he was nowhere to be found. It was as if he had never existed in the real world at all. Over time, Cara understood that the only place she could meet him, the only place where their bond could exist, was within the confines of her dreams.
“Cara!” Her best friend Jean’s voice rang out as she entered the cafeteria, snapping Cara out of her thoughts.
“I knew it! The library is your hiding place!” Jean grinned playfully, but Cara, slightly startled, hushed her., trying to concentrate on the romance novel she had been reading.
“You’re the complete opposite of my childhood friend,” Cara whispered teasingly. Jean rolled her eyes at the comment, a familiar gesture that signified their long-standing friendship. “Oh, come on, not now. I’m reading,” Cara warned as she returned to her book, hoping to escape into its pages.
Jean, however, wasn’t one to give up so easily. “I still can’t believe you’re fixated on that boy in your dream! He’s just a dream, Cara. Dreams and reality are two separate things. You need to get back to reality before it’s too late!”
Cara’s mind wandered back to the time when she couldn’t find him in her dreams. The pain she felt was sharp—she cried uncontrollably, and her parents had tried everything they could think of to comfort her. But nothing helped. Frustration took root, growing into rebellion. She threw things in her room and picked fights with her nanny. Eventually, her parents took her to see a psychologist.
Years passed, and Cara’s therapy sessions continued, gradually shifting from Dr. Lopez—Jean's mother—to Jean herself, her best friend, who specialized in dream analysis. Jean had evolved from being her closest confidant to becoming her trusted therapist.
Despite Jean’s reassurances that the boy was nothing more than a figment of Cara’s subconscious, Cara couldn’t shake the belief that he was real. She still remembered his face as if she had seen it only yesterday.
“You know, Jean, I think you’re the one who needs to stop reading so many stories,” Cara teased, mimicking her friend’s voice with an exaggerated tone.
Jean raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you should stop reading fiction too. It could be influencing your dreams.”
Cara chuckled and closed the book, turning toward Jean. “Jean, I’m seriously considering zipping your mouth and putting it in my pocket until you can’t breathe!”
Still, despite the teasing, Cara couldn’t stop thinking about the boy from her dreams. His face remained vivid in her memory, refusing to fade, no matter how hard she tried to forget it.
Jean had suggested that the boy might have been someone from Cara’s childhood—someone she had met in the past. But Cara couldn’t recall meeting anyone who resembled him. There was a nagging emptiness in her memory that kept her from fully understanding who he was.
“Hmmm,” Jean had said thoughtfully, trying to reassure her. “It could just be a memory from your subconscious.”
But Cara felt something was missing, something crucial to the story, that she couldn’t quite grasp.
That evening, Cara returned home from class, still holding the book she had been reading. She was in her senior year of studying Psychology, and Jean, five years older and a professor at the same school, had always been her mentor, guiding her in both her personal and professional life.
“Mom, I’m home!” Cara called out as she entered, tossing her backpack onto her study desk. She collapsed onto her bed, still in her school clothes, mentally exhausted.
As she closed her eyes, her thoughts drifted back to the boy in her dream—the one she couldn’t forget. She had tried so hard to leave him behind, yet his face lingered in her mind, impossible to shake.
Dream Sequence:
Where was she? The place felt strangely familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it.
She had thought she was home, but something felt off.
Wait a minute… this was a dream.
She recognized the playground—a place where she had once played with the boy, years ago. Strangely, nothing had changed. The seesaw and the slides stood just as they had in her childhood dreams.
But this time, there was someone else—a man standing with his back turned toward her. As she approached him, she felt a surge of recognition. Was this the boy from her past?
But as she neared, his face remained a blur. The closer she got, the more his image faded.
She woke up with a jolt, her heart pounding in her chest. Was that him? The boy from her dreams? No, it couldn’t be.
Yet, the doubt lingered. Who was the man in her dream?
“Hello, dear,” Jean’s voice echoed in her mind. “I need your expertise now. My unforgettable dream is back.”
Vince walked toward the corner of the cafeteria, his mind racing. He suddenly remembered the journal he had given Will before leaving for his adoptive parents' home. He stood up and left the table with Cara to confirm some things, his mind still piecing together the thoughts that had surfaced while reminiscing about his time with her.Vince sat down across from Will, ready to bring up the journal, but before he could say anything, Will started speaking with his usual cunning expression. "You really can't get over Cara, can you?" Will said, a sarcastic grin spreading across his face. He knocked Vince lightly on the shoulder, his tone sharper than before. "I thought you remembered those days. What happened? I thought you wanted to protect her, just like I warned you.""You're right. Cara is my medicine, and she’ll always be my support, even after I heal," Vince replied, clearly firing back at Will’s jabs. "But that’s not the real reason I came here. I need to ask you something about the
“Professor, may I speak with you for a moment?” Vince asked, his voice tinged with unease. His mind was a whirlwind of restless thoughts as he walked toward Cara’s closest friend and most trusted confidante. He felt an overwhelming urge to learn more about Cara—specifically, the fears she had kept buried, the ones she had yet to share with him. His need to understand her was growing, and he hoped that her closest friend could provide insight into the things Cara had yet to reveal. “What’s this about? Is this regarding Cara?” she asked, her tone almost knowing. She motioned for him to follow her toward the counseling room, as though she anticipated his question before he even spoke it. Vince, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity, followed her quietly, sensing that whatever she would say would leave him with more questions than answers. Once they were seated in the quiet of the room, Vince didn’t waste any time. He asked, his voice steady but filled with urgency, “Can you tell m
"I have something to confess," he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he sat across from her. The morning sunlight poured through the window, casting a warm, golden glow over the hidden room. He felt a sense of lightness, almost as if a weight had been lifted from him. It was as though he'd been holding onto something for far too long, and now, finally, he was ready to let it go. Today, he was ready to be with Cara without any lingering hesitation."Yeah? Well, you still owe me the full story from the start. I’m curious," she replied, her voice soft but tinged with a hint of playful expectation. She always had that air of innocence about her, the kind that made him want to protect her, but today, he had a feeling she’d be seeing a different side of him.He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. "Do you remember the guy who gave you that iced coffee?" he asked, watching her reaction closely.She smiled, a light laugh escaping her lips as s
"Mom, I need to tell you something. Vince and I… we like each other. I’m saying this not to ask for your approval, but because I don’t want to lie to you anymore. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed in me, but I’m old enough to make my own decisions. I remembered my past, and Vince and I talked about everything. He understands, even about his parents. I’ve already been punished for my mistakes, and I’ve been forgiven. I don’t want to blame myself for something I wasn’t responsible for, just because I was too young to understand.”She didn’t know if this was the right time to reveal her relationship with Vince to her mom, but her mom’s ears were sharp, and she was too late to stop herself from saying it. Cara’s best friend excused herself and left early, clearly trying to avoid the impending interrogation that she knew would come. She had been helpful, but now Cara was alone with her mother, who was already suspicious of what she had been doing."But I don’t want you to be hurt in the end,
"Cara, I have an idea for you to get Vince to spend time with you alone and leave him after. I know just the place," Will suggested, his voice filled with a mischievous tone."How do we get there? Do you want to come with us? I’m not sure I can leave Vince alone. He’s my friend, after all," Cara hesitated, her concern for Vince growing."Look over there, see that big cave? If you can get Vince to go there with you, you can play as much as you want. He might even want to be left alone afterward. I won’t be able to come with you, but I can give you directions. You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you’ll find your way back here easily."Will’s plot was clear, and Vince already knew it. At any moment, he anticipated Cara would approach him, unwittingly carrying out Will’s deceitful plan. He quickly turned away, hoping to remain unseen as he overheard their conversation.Minutes later, Cara’s light footsteps echoed through the space, and she came running toward him, wearing her cute little sandals
“I don’t want this to end,” she whispered in her mind as Vince paused for a moment. But before she could process her thoughts, she pulled him back in, her body moving like a wild tigress drawn to the allure of their intense connection. Everything they were doing felt so foreign, so new, and yet, there was an undeniable pull. This was more than just passion; it was a storm brewing inside her, a beautiful disaster unleashed all at once. Her emotions surged and swirled within her, and with a quiet whisper against his ear, she uttered, “Oh please, punish me.”She was giving herself up to him completely, offering herself as the release for their shared chaos. Their emotions were raw and unfiltered, finally allowing them to surrender to the overwhelming desire and pain of the past. In each other’s embrace, they found the balm for the wounds they had carried with them for so long. It was as though the years of anguish had led to this moment, where their bodies and souls could finally heal.Fo
She felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she read the message from the man who had recently left her heart feeling hollow. She had believed that Vince had severed their connection the last time they spoke. After all, he had avoided her at every turn, making it feel as if they were nothing more than strangers now. Yet, despite everything, her feet seemed to carry her toward him again, drawn by some force she couldn’t explain. After reading his text, she felt like she was in a trance—perhaps admitting to herself for the first time that she missed him.Her steps grew heavier, her heart racing with a strange mix of excitement and anxiety. She walked toward the hidden room in the farthest section of the library, unaware of how foolish she must have seemed. Every step she took felt like it was leading her to something inevitable. A whirlwind of emotions was surging inside her—confusion, longing, fear, and hope.As she entered the hidden room, she suddenly sensed an unfamiliar tension in th
Vince headed straight to the cafeteria, already irritated by his sister’s behavior. She had texted him, telling him she was having lunch with Cara. He had been planning to leave early, but now he felt uneasy. He couldn’t stand the thought of his sister pestering Cara, especially after everything that had happened.As he walked toward them, he could see the two of them talking. Cara was being polite, but there was something about her expression—it was as if she was tolerating his sister's attitude with practiced ease, like she already knew how to handle her.“I knew you’d have trouble making friends with that snotty attitude, my dear sister. My appreciation for Cara for tolerating your type,” Vince blurted out as he approached the table, annoyance evident in his voice."Hey, watch it!" his sister shot back, but Cara understood the jibe clearly. Her calm demeanor didn’t change, but Vince could see a flicker of understanding in her eyes, as though she wasn’t surprised by his outburst."It
Mrs. Perez sat in a daze, the weight of the truth slowly sinking in. For years, she had held onto the belief that her daughter’s involvement in the tragic accident that took the lives of Vince’s parents was somehow the root cause of the family’s devastating loss. She had convinced herself that Cara’s presence at that moment had caused the chaos and that her responsibility was to protect her daughter from the repercussions. But now, after everything that had unfolded, Mrs. Perez realized the terrible truth—she had been wrong. It wasn’t her daughter’s fault. It wasn’t Cara who had caused the destruction, but Vince’s condition, a bipolar disorder had played a part in the chain of events leading up to the tragedy. She could no longer deny it.Her thoughts drifted back to a conversation she had with Mr. Anderson, Will’s father, years ago. She could still hear the sorrow in his voice as he explained Vince’s diagnosis, the instability that had surrounded Vince’s life, and how it had contribut
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