Chapter Eighteen: Her Dream Therapy

Her body is in so much sweat while searching the thing all over their house from every room through every single corner. She went back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. She looked for it again and again in the front and back yard of their house. But she couldn’t find it. If her parents will arrive now, they would think a thief had entered their house.  Because the house is in so much mess right now.

She went back to her room and rested her body on her bed. She stopped moving for a bit moment and closed her eyes to focus her mind on the thing she was looking for from the second she woke up from her dream. Yet, her memory is empty. She really can’t remember where she put that damn sketch of that man in her dream.

Then she remembered Jean. Her best friend had shown her the picture of the sketch and remembered Vince's face again. But considering the dream she had a while ago; their character was different. She believes the person in her dream is not the person she had met recently. Though their face was so much alike.

Scrutinizingly, she had known Vince just recently. And her strange dream occurred before she had met him. So how was it possible that she dreamed of Vince's face before she had seen him? Is it so ridiculous, isn’t it? She can’t believe her mind again.

“Hey, are you alright? What happens to you? Why’s this house a mess?” Jean, entered her room looking astounded.

“You know, I will change the passcode later so you cannot see me again like this. I’m looking for the sketch. However, I can’t find it.” She said to Jean and get herself up to clean the mess she did in their house.

“I found these letters in the mailbox. Your Mister Secret Admirer is still writing you a love letter?” Jean changed the topic with her snooping.

“Yeah, every day. But I’m just ignoring it. Nothing I can do to him if he doesn’t show his face to me.” In fact, she hasn’t opened, not even read his letters recently. She feels like she’s keeping the letters as some sort of poster card.

Your smile is sweet that, I can’t hold myself to come near you. Seeing you today was a nice thing. - Love, Mister Smith

“You’ve met him, already?” Jean ignoring the thing she said asked her while still holding one piece of a letter she got from the mailbox. She’s being nosy to open and read the letters silently without her permission.

“No. How can I meet him? I just told you. He doesn’t show his face to me.” She reacted to her by repeating what she said as her best friend is all ears now. And while listening, she passed to her the letter she was reading for her to read it too.

After reading the letter. She recalled the time she was in school today. The only persons she met earlier were Vince and Will. And she doesn’t even think one of those two is the one who will write her a love letter.

Never in her goddamn idea that one of them can be Mister Smith. It was actually a ludicrous idea to suspect them. Their character is not even similar to that of Mr. Smith. However, it can be possible for a person who’s hiding their true identity.

She shrugged and still disregarded the letter despite the latter she thought. While Jean’s face is waiting for her to tell her the thing she was thinking.

“I’ve no idea.” She just said to her.

“You have no idea, but your face looks like you have thoughts.” But Jean reacted persistently.

“I really am. Don’t worry I’ll tell you and introduce him to you if I’ve known his face.” She said again, reassuring her.

“Fine then. Let’s get into your therapy. How was your dream behavior now?” Her best friend asked to begin with her today’s therapy session.

She told Jean everything about her last dream to update her on the status of her dream behavior.

“That’s the reason I was in a mess. I just want to see it again. If that thing can trigger the memory of my dream. I need to remember it again.”

“Let’s try another dream therapy for this session then.”

She lay on her bed and closed her eyes to start the dream therapy. Jean puts her body into an apparatus to detect her emotional state while she’s in sleeping mode. She started her dream therapy by trying to remember her last dream.

She found herself walking along with a boy while holding each other’s hand in a secluded place. She sees nothing but a lot of trees in the background. They are walking on a narrow path and a rough road. She was hoping he would take her to a nice paradise. But it looks like they were lost. She can’t remember how much time they have been walking in the middle afternoon with no other people.

The sun rays hit her sensitive young skin and her body is feeling tired of walking already. She looked at him trying to grab his attention and ask him where are they going. But his eyes were on the road heading to and looking for the right path.

Until he stopped suddenly and tightened his grip on her. He covered her eyes with his right hand. She felt his heart beating so fast while being brave in front of her. She was touched by his courage in protecting her from the roaring sound she just heard.

She thinks there is a wild animal in front of them. She suddenly thought, how can he protect her if he is only a boy. So instead of being afraid, she opened her eyes. She took his hand out of her eyes and see the thing he was hiding from her.

She was right, there is a wild pig in front of them. Looks like this pig is so hungry. She remembered her chocolate and cookies inside her bag. She took the cookies from her bag and threw them far away for the pig to leave them out of their way. They run together while still holding each other’s hands.

“Hey, Cara! Wake up!” She heard Jean’s voice suddenly. It happened so real, she thought. Yet, she suddenly remembered she was in her therapy session with her doctor. She realized it was only a dream.