So, I had this dream.

[mattjtv]

xXSlurpieXx wrote:Is it just me or am I the only one who REALLY wants this all to happen.

No we all hate each other. This is actually a day nightmare. We would fight if we met.
sarcasm*

[Mcmanaway1]

Matt is a good boy

Edit: Oh god to you too matt

[mattjtv]

My god

[tobiii1004]

mattjtv wrote:

xXSlurpieXx wrote:Is it just me or am I the only one who REALLY wants this all to happen.

No we all hate each other. This is actually a day nightmare. We would fight if we met.
sarcasm*

SILENCIA

[tobiii1004]

Daydream Part Seven.
This is it.

We’re all running like crazy people, making a mad dash for the airport gate.

“MATT! WHERE ARE WE GOING?!” Eva screams from the caboose of the line to Matt, leading us up front.

“GATE 3B!” He shouts back, pointing his index finger at the ceiling, insinuating that we had to travel up a few floors.

“Catch this escalator!” Matt jumps, and leaps onto an escalator, running up the dynamic stairs.

We watch at the foot of the stairs as the redheaded boy clambers over steps and bags, stumbling to get up top, clutching handrails and tripping over the platforms, before taking a step back and realizing that the escalator was going down.

He regains his composure and steps back down. A moment of awkward silence passes, as Robby, Chris, and I quietly turn our backs to relieve our shaking laughter. Eva helps Matt dust off his suit, and Jack turns his face away, biting his lip.

“Alright, well.” Matt’s face matches his hair.

“Upwards we go!” He marches onto the correct escalator, and continues leading our ascent to our friends.

“Save your energy, we’re still gonna have to run to the other terminals too.” Eva reminds us, panting.

We arrive at Gate 3B, which contains nothing more than a near-empty waiting room and an expectant, shut, door.

The plane is already here, we’re waiting for it to cough up its passengers.

We wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Chris taps his foot.

Eva plays with a frayed string on her dress.

I cough quietly.

Then the door opens.

And at first it’s quiet. Robby takes a tentative step forward, trying to peer into the deserted hallway connecting the airport and the plane. Chris stretches his neck out. Jack approaches the hall.

And then we see a middle-aged man, with graying hair, come around the corner.

He wheels a small black suitcase. Following him is a young woman, in a gray sweater, carrying a pink backpack.

A swarm of other passengers come around the bend. Our hopes dim. How many of our friends are even ON this plane?

We’re beginning to lose hope. You can see it in our dimming eyes. Our confidence in the grand arrival of our upcoming friends is dwindling, like a wick of a candle, contorting and curling under the grip of a yellow flame.

And just as another middle-aged man comes down the hallway, we hear a rumbling noise. It’s soft at first. Subtle yet evident, like the slow, clumsy melody of baby horses learning to take their first running steps.

Then we see it.

The poor middle-aged man didn’t know how to react towards the stampede of excited college kids running down the hall, their footsteps echoing and rumbling the entire hallway. The man yanked his suitcase up to his hip and pressed his body against the wall, attempting to dodge the horde of sprinting kids.

And then our faces light up like stars.

We cheer, and the group cheers in response.

A girl leading them in a forest green dress pumps her fist in the air.

But I already knew that girl. That was Rachel, who was wearing a black wristwatch with “rachel4526” scrawled across the back. She’s been one of my best friends from childhood, in reality.

The people behind her, though.

A dark haired girl in a black dress. A paler girl with a purple dress. A boy with dark, swooping hair. A girl with blonde hair and fair skin. And an entire crowd following them, all in formalwear and with black watches. A girl with big purple and blue hair and a dark dress. I see too many people to record with detail.

“Rachel!” I run up to her, complimenting her dress and hugging her tightly.

We let go of our embrace. The girl with dark hair taps my shoulder, and I grab her watch.

“hailstorm2424”.

“Haley!” I scream, hugging her as well. Then the purple dress girl comes over.

“Remember me?” I cock my head at her, inspecting her face for clues.

“Here’s a hint: Boo.” She smiles devilishly.

My mouth falls open and I scream a little. I hug her, my little Bridget.

The next few moments are crazy. I read about six dozen watches, and hug six dozen people.

“leigh_macpherson”, “DragonKilla76”, “Neko6554”, “Mcmanaway1”, “Qu3sti0nMark”, “deathworlds”, “CCoesBruins”, "MonsterGeek99" standing next to "kris_nickel", and a ton of others.

There’s three guys in the corner, all with watches as well. “inspironwins”, “dungeongoth”, and “serialfun”. They all stick to themselves, but are friendly enough and I talk to them as well. Inspironwins’s name is Alex, and Serialfun’s is Louis. Dungeongoth’s isn’t revealed. People go up to them but still leave them their space, out of healthy respect.The four of us talk briefly to introduce ourselves, and I quickly depart to speak with the others.

It’s an insane process. Leigh’s over in the corner goofing off with DragonKilla, whose name ended up being Josh. Neko and Eva are talking. Mcmanaway, whose name is Drew, is talking with Robby. They’re pretty close friends, always have been. Qu3sti0nMark, whose name is Jake, talks to Haley in another corner.

There’s way too many people in this room to count. The desk worker looks up at our roaring crew, her mouth agape. Her eyes trail along every crevice of our tight bunch, trying to absorb the furor sweeping the airport gate. The middle aged man from before tries to inch his way into a grand escape from our crowd.

One particular girl I notice is the one with blue hair.

“Emmylol1”.

By the looks of it, no one expects her to be there, but she IS. I hug her. She’s one of my closest friends here and I’d been waiting a while to meet her. She’s a little shy, but incredibly sweet and funny. She walks over to be with Alex and Louis.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, and suddenly I’m swept off my feet.

[tobiii1004]

Here we go

[NikolasDude]

This is a interesting dream, thank you for sharing this with us tobii

[tobiii1004]

NikolasDude wrote:This is a interesting dream, thank you for sharing this with us tobii

xDDD no problem

[mattjtv]

That went by quickly lol. And CCoesBruins had to get a new bracelet.

[mattjtv]

Emmy suddenly sees a red-headed boy named Matt, so she screams "F*** you" from the very top of her lungs while running very swiftly back to her plane.