Rain poured down the windows, drop after drop after drop pounding the glass. We were in our apartment and it was raining. Why does it always rain here? Wait, I know why actually. Its because we live in blooming England, that's why its always raining. The apartment feels different somehow, what is it that's different? Probably just that one of the paintings isn't completely straight or something silly like that.

I brush the strange feeling of and call out for Phil, by golly, I wonder what could be taking him so long? Hang on, did I just think using the words 'by golly'? Gosh, I must stop watching those old movies, I appear to be picking up on their awfully charming but rather irritating phrases.

Anyway, what was happening? Oh yes, apartment, Dan, I mean, Phil, trying to leave? Who am I? Actually maybe i shouldn't ask that, Dan is within earshot! Wait, i am Dan! Who's Phil then? Oh, that's right, my boyfriend, getting ready in the other room. I must really stop confusing myself like this. Ill just wait until the room comes back into focus.

Are those pink elephants? What are they doing here? Better get them out. DONT THINK ABOUT PINK ELEPHANTS! I bet your thinking about pink elephants now aren't you? Haha! Mind you, so am i. Anyway, im getting sidetracked, what was i talking about?

Oh yes, rainbow trams. No, wait. That cant be right! Oh yes, going out with Dan. I mean Phil. I mean, oh nevermind. Im going out with my boyfriend I know that at least, whichever one of us he is. This is all very confusing, I must admit. Are you confused? Im confused. I think were all confused at this point.

Any hoo, hang on. How did we get here? Oh yes, we walked. Did we? I dont really remember. Anyway, I dont suppose its an important part of the storyline. Oh look, a giraffe! Come now, now your just getting distracted. Dan/ Phil, im not sure which because they keep changing, but one of us is holding my hand and we are standing on a bridge.

It has miraculously stopped raining and the sky is now a vibrant shade of grey. Im not sure how grey can be vibrant but it is. Oh no, wait. Its not grey but in fact beige. Its a vibrant shade of beige. No, sorry, I mean orange. The sky is deffinitley orange. No, hang on. Its changing, its getting darker and darker and now its a whirling mass of darkness.

Look down. Youre no longer standing on a bridge but instead are stood on a vast expanse of nothingness. Look up and the darkness is replaced by whiteness. Look around and you are surrounded by nothing.

No, not nothing.

There is something, quite far off. Suddenly, you can see it clearly. No, not an it, a him. Its Dan! Dan! You try to shout but the words wont come. Still nothing, just more silence. He seems to be shouting tooo. Or at least, trying to shout. Cant tell anymoo. Rum twards him but your feet cant move! Cant at all move! You are stuck! Dan! Dan! Dan! Dan! On and on you shout. On and on you run. But yet you dont. You move not. You speak not. You are not. Not at all. He is not. But he cant be not. He must be something.

You cannot reach him. You cannot touch him. You cannot shout for him. You cannot kiss him. No, not at all! Not at all!

Then the hands come and the voice starts:

"Phil! Phil! Phil wake up! Your having a nightmare!" a voice shouts as hands shake me awake. I stir before my eyelids snap open.

"Dan!" I shout, concerned that this is just another part the dream.

"Oh Phil." He murmurs as he pulls me into a hug.
I snuggle closer into his comforting warmth and begin to forget the strange dream that had been playing in my head moments before. As I breath in his familiar scent, I smile. Neither of us say anything: we dont need to as our embrace says more than we could ever say in words. The darkness that surrounds us is thick and comforting like the fluffiest blanket you can imagine. His even breathing calms me and I feel my eyes flutter closed. I drift back into a deep sleep with no nightmares to taint my slumber.

An: I know this is really strange but I was in a really random mood so😶. Also, this is how dreams often feel (or at least some of my dreams!). Ok, bye! Love you all, Isabella