Dreams...

Dreams are the essence of our subconscious...
they can predict the future and the past and the present.

Then I had the worst dream ever.
Okay so:

It was a cloudy day in greece/rome/italy, by the once clear blue sea, now stained. Bodies were burning in the ocean and we were standing at the steps of what used to be the agora/market. It was Matt and I, just the two of us, alone, at the end of the world. Lightning was raining down on the sky and Matt nonchalently tried to touch the water. I slapped his hand away in fear he might burn in the liquid fire himself.
He looked at me like I was a distant memory and he clutched my hand, protective, like he didnt want to lose me. I squeezed his hand back, never wanting to let go. There was nothing to say at that moment for all our emotions were spelled out on our faces. We could've stood there forever, exchanging a stare, but lightning stuck and we ran.
We scrambled past the antique scenery; the brick walls and the buildings, all glowing orange. Our feet were tripping over each other, because we were in sandals, we didnt expect an apocalypse. He guided me. The lightning was advancing, striking behind us.
Of course! The castle. The castle was a safehaven or at least a resting place. But as we climbed, I fell releasing him. The lightning advancing yet again. My body was frozen in fear. I was going to die. I was going to get fried by a lightning bolt and then I would die. I didnt want to die. I was too young to die. It was only chance that we had met here and I didnt want to die. Not yet. It was too soon.
Matt reached out his hand and screamed my name. "Take my hand." That was all he said and all he needed to say because I jumped up and grabbed him. The lightning struck directly behind us. I wished I had my normal life. School, home, work, repeat. But no, we were going to die.
"We're going to d-" I was cut off by a simple "no." "No we are not going to die. We are going to get out of this and go back home." Stupidly, I nodded my head. We had reached the top. The lightning had stopped. And we were in an open space that seemed familiar. The brick laced beautifully. The view softened.
"If I'm not going to ma-"
"We're going to make it out," he said with such a directness it suprised me. There was a spark and he took my head in his hands and he kissed me, passionately. (Shit, this is where it gets embaressing) I could feel... something. Something that told me that this was the one. We backed into the wall, but lightning struck and I fell. And he jumped after me. The rainbow colored sea was beautiful, but I could see no more.

NEVER. EVER. AGAIN.
DREAMS ARE BAD.
DREAMS ARE EXTREMELY BAD.

SHIT FRICKING HELLS NO.
NEVER. EVER.
I'm not even sure it was Matt. But it seemed like him.
He was in there somewhere.
-pulls out hair-
agh, if this ever happens I am going to die and juliet is going to get so pissed off.

-Juliet's alter ego

Vicki