Dream #7

/ awake /

"A person can have 3-6 dreams every one night. Some may have 7. But you won't remember all of them after waking up." My friend— Jessica told me.

I asked her about dreams, and she's a great help. She loves reading a lot of books, and she happens to read about dreams.

"And why is that?"

"Our forgetfulness is believed to be caused by neurochemical changes in the brain that occur during REM sleep, a stage of sleep marked by rapid eye movements and dreaming. During REM sleep— or rapid eye movement sleep, you will tend to forget all of your dreams or parts of your dreams."

That's interesting. So, I may have dreamed of meeting Kaiden's family but I just forgotten about dreaming of it? Maybe I did dream about a lot and some other things with Kaiden, but I just forgotten about them in the morning.

Well, that's a shame.

"Jessica... Is dreaming of a man normal?" I asked her and as I threw my body comfortably to the chair.

"Of course it is. You can dream of anything. There's no no normal." She said and she eyed me. "A man? Are you having wet dreams about a man?"

"No!" I answered right away and blushed profusely. "Of course not, Jessica! My God..."

She chuckled and gathered all her books from the table.

"I am not claiming that all what I've shared to you today are true. I just read them from books, they might be untrue. If you want factual and reliable answers, maybe you should ask some dream experts, or anyone that specializes dreams."

"And they are...?"

"Psychiatrists... It can be anyone, Kei. I don't know."

We both stood up and noticed that the room was already empty. Our classmates must've went to the next class and we were left behind.

"Thanks, Jessica."

"I don't know what's that for, but good luck in looking for the answers."

I can't and I don't wanna talk to a psychiatrist. Not because they might think I have some kind of brain condition or whatsoever, but if my mom finds out, she'll freak out and find me weird. People in my university will hear of it and will think of me as some kind of weirdo.

I know Jessica doesn't really know what's happening but she's suspecting that I have something crazy going on. She just doesn't care about other people's business, and that's good.

School hours went by until it was the last class. When the bell rang, that's when our professor dismissed us.

"Kei, please remain in your seat. I need to have a word with you," I stopped fixing my things when my prof caught my attention.

I only nodded and my classmates were confused but some told me their good luck and good byes. I was confused as they are.

When everyone was gone, my professor— the same one from the dream I had with Kaiden, is already in front of me.

"You're one of my best and hard working students, but... These days I have noticed a lot of things with your performance," she started as she took out some papers that stated my name and scores.

"You're not failing but your scores are decreasing every single time. You are one of the top students in my class, now you're almost one of the lowest ones," she said with pure disappointment in her tone.

I looked at the paper she gave me. That's when I noticed that my grades are really decreasing at every quiz we have. I don't know what to react or to say. I can't even explain anything to her.

"I'm concerned. You seemed a little off lately. You're not as attentive as before. I often catch you looking outside as if you're waiting for someone. You can tell me things, Kei... I will listen and I won't judge you," she said as she went back to her desk.

I shook my head slowly and breathe out.

"Nothing's going on, miss... I'm just having a hard time with class because I don't get the lessons much as before," I excused and she didn't looked convinced but she nodded her head a bit.

"You can ask me anything, Kei. I can teach and repeat everything for you. I don't want any of my students failing because not only I am affected in this as a teacher of this school, but I know you are running for the honor list. It will be a shame if you continuously let your grades down, you will eventually fail."

"How's school?" My mom asked when I arrived.

I threw my bag at the sofa and lazily threw myself along with it.

"Same old, same old," I boringly told her.

I can't tell her that my grades are in a verge of failing. She'll go berserk and she'll either confiscate my things or she'll talk to my prof about my performance. Which both are not a good idea.

"That's good. Come on, let's eat."