My Strangest Dream

Date: 8/11/2017

By Sweet813

This was a reccuring, ongoing dream that I had a few years ago. At the beginning of the dream, I "woke up" in a large golden birdcage, wearing a light blue ballgown. The door was open, but I felt no desire to move. I knew I was dreaming and figured that interesting things would happen regardless of whatever I did. I sat inside the cage, watching as masked people in suits and ball gowns waltzed through the ballroom the cage was in. To my left and right were tables with food, and in front of me was the area for dancing. My people-watching was interrupted when a boy, about the same age as me, approached my prison and asked me to dance. He wore a dark blue mask and a coat with gold buttons, and reached his hand inside the cage. When I told him that I didn't know how to dance, and grasped his hand, he pulled me up, stating that it didn't really matter. Sure enough, as we came to the dance floor, I found myself waltzing effortlessly. When he asked my name, I gave a fake one that I'd always wished was mine; when I asked his, he said that it didn't matter what I called him. Since I was, at the time, a child, I called him something immature and he decided that he'd prefer me to address him as "Prince". I asked what the party was for, and he told me that it was the emperor's birthday, and so there was a party that would last forever. Everyone was invited, and nobody was allowed to leave. I wasn't too shocked, as my dreams have always been weird, but I still thought it was strange. We talked for a while about nothing important, and eventually he looked at his watch and said something to the effect of "it's about time for you to wake up now" and pushed me backwards. I fell through a brief white fog and then thumped back down onto my bed. I still have doubts about the way I fell, and where I was falling from. From the way that I landed, I must have been a few inches above the bed, but that is impossible. Regardless, I continued to arrive at the party each night and dance, and "Prince" continued to remember and react to things more than I expected. This continued on for around 2 weeks before one night the guards stationed around the room began to take notice of me. I'm a bit surprised they didn't see me sooner, actually, because I was the only person in the room without a mask. The soldiers chased us down long twisting halls until we arrived at a dead end. "Prince" drew his sword, which I had previously thought to be decorative, and created a foggy white portal on the wall with a touch of his hand. He told me to go, but I refused. I didn't want to leave the boy I'd grown to care for behind. He grabbed my hand and ripped off his mask, showing me his face for the first time. He was pale and beautiful with black hair and stunning blue eyes. He looked me in the eyes and told me that he would always be with me, and that he loved me. When I asked what he meant by the first statement, he simply laughed and said "haven't you figured it out yet?" and pushed me backwards into the portal. I never dreamed of him again, no matter how hard I tried, and it's getting harder and harder to remember what happened. However, I have figured out what he meant, because these days, years later, I see his face every time I look in a mirror.