An unforgattable Dream

Hazel had always been a light sleeper, her dreams often fleeting and forgettable. But this night was different. As she slipped into unconsciousness, the dream began to take shape, vivid and strange.

She found herself in a misty forest, the air cool and tinged with the scent of pine. Tall trees loomed overhead, their branches entwined like fingers. The path beneath her feet was worn, as if it had been traveled many times before. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she was certain this wasn’t the first time she’d been here. The sense of familiarity was unsettling, yet she couldn’t remember ever having visited such a place.

Hazel walked along the path, drawn forward by an unseen force. The silence was profound, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. As she ventured deeper into the forest, the mist thickened, swirling around her like a living thing. And then, she saw him.

He stood at the edge of a small clearing, his back turned to her. The boy was about her age, perhaps a year or two older. His hair was dark and unruly, falling just below his ears. He wore a simple white shirt and trousers, both of which seemed out of place in the wild surroundings. Hazel couldn’t see his face, but something about him felt achingly familiar, as though he were someone she should know.

“Who are you?” Hazel called out, her voice sounding strange in the quiet.

The boy turned slowly, and as his eyes met hers, a shiver ran down her spine. His eyes were a deep, haunting blue, the kind of blue that held secrets. They were filled with an intensity that made her heart race, yet there was something in them that felt safe, almost comforting.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” His voice was soft, tinged with sadness.

Hazel shook her head, confusion knotting her stomach. “No… should I?”

The boy smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “We’ve met before, Hazel. In another time, another place. But those memories are lost to you now.”

Hazel took a step closer, drawn to him despite the unease gnawing at her. “What do you mean? How could I have forgotten?”

“It’s not your fault,” the boy replied. “Time has a way of erasing things, of making what was once clear become distant and hazy. But some connections… some bonds… they can never truly be broken.”

As he spoke, images began to flash through Hazel’s mind—fragments of memories she didn’t recognize. A crumbling castle, a blood-red moon, a sense of urgency and despair. And always, the boy was there, by her side, guiding her, protecting her. She reached out to him, desperate for answers, but her hand passed through him as though he were nothing more than a shadow.

“Wait!” she cried, panic rising in her chest. “Don’t leave me!”

The boy’s form began to fade, the mist swallowing him up. “I’m not leaving, Hazel,” he whispered, his voice echoing in the trees. “I’ll always be with you, even if you can’t see me. But you must find the answers on your own.”

Hazel tried to run after him, but her legs felt heavy, as if the earth itself was pulling her down. The forest around her started to dissolve, the trees melting into darkness. She screamed his name, though she didn’t know it, and the sound seemed to shatter the world around her.

She awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls. The dream was already slipping away, like sand through her fingers, but the boy’s face remained clear in her mind.

Hazel lay back, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts racing. Who was he? And why did it feel like he was someone she had lost long ago? She knew she wouldn’t find the answers easily, but one thing was certain—she would never forget him.

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