text: I'm sitting in my first period class, half dead, half asleep. My teacher was running late, so most people are just on their phones or chatting. I receive a text message during this time. I assume it's my mom reminding me that I got to school safely, but it's not. This is the first text I have received in months that wasn't from my mom. It's from an unknown number, and it reads "Hey cutie <3". I'm both shocked and puzzled at the same time. Did I just get a text from a girl? No, it can't be. I hastily reply, "Sorry, but I think you have the wrong number". He responds with "Oh, sorry". A minute later, I get another text. "Wait no... Are you Dylan?" This perks my interest. I respond with, "Yeah, what do you want?" I've got nothing to lose at this point. My teacher had showed up by now, so I spend the rest of the period waiting in suspense. I could not focus whatsoever. We're supposed to be reading a long, boring book, but I just can't stop thinking about that text for the life of me. As the period reaches a close, I pull out my phone and see a couple more flirty texts. This has to be a girl. I look around, seeing if any girls in my class are laughing or immediately look away. Nothing. The only other option left is it being a prank by my friends, which I would consider rather unlikely. I don't give my number out to many people, so it can't be a random prank either, because she used my name. But how did she get my number in the first place? Regardless, there's a 10% chance it's a girl that's into me, so I'm not going to fuck it up by questioning it. As I walk into second period, she asks me to come to room 109 during lunch. I immediately take a screenshot and post it to Reddit just before the bell rings. Once again, I cannot stop thinking about this. Third and fourth period roll around, same story. I check my Reddit post throughout the day, and while I don't remember specifics, it did amass a couple hundred updoots by lunch time. The bell rings for lunch time. I head straight for room 109 like it owes me money. As I approach, my anxiety increases. Is it a trap? Is it a prank? Does she actually like me? I approach the door. My heart is flying out of my chest. My mind is spinning in 88 different directions. Full of confusion, fear, anxiety, and excitement, I breathe in, open the door, and am engulfed by an overwhelming darkness. My bedroom ceiling lies in front of me. I look around, and see the all familiar four walls in which I spend the majority of my life. I look over to my left. 3:59 am, the clock says. And then it hits me. I leap out of bed and check my text messages. Sure enough, my most recent text (besides my mom) is from four months ago. I check my Reddit. My most recent post is a meme with 14 updoots. I scream at the top of my lungs. My scream is so loud that it sets off nearby car alarms, yet so quiet that nobody in my house, including myself, can hear it. I crawl back in bed completely defeated. My best and perhaps only chance to find love had been thwarted by my own mind. I desperately cling to hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a gltich in the matrix, a lapse in reality, or some weird ass quantum time shit had happened. After thrashing around for a surprisingly short amount of time, I drift off to sleep. I wake up, throw on some clothes, and drive to school, just like usual. I can't stop thinking about that dream I had had. It felt so real, realer than any dream I had ever had. Yet it still had a dreamlike quality to it. The dream had slightly faded from memory, but not as much as usual, and still had that dreamlike storyline to it. I walk into my first period, and sure enough, the teacher is late. I eagerly await that text message, but it does not come. Once again, I cannot focus on my work. Second, third, and fourth periods roll around. No random texts, no posts on Reddit, no strange looks, no nothing. At this point, I am convinced that it was just a hyperrealistic dream. For the hell of it, I decide to go to room 109 during lunch anyway. The bell rings for lunch time. I head straight for room 109 like it owes me money. As I approach, my anxiety increases. Is it a trap? Is it a prank? Does she actually like me? I approach the door. My heart is flying out of my chest. My mind is spinning in 88 different directions. Full of confusion, fear, anxiety, and excitement, I breathe in, open the door, and am greeted by an empty classroom, with a girl sitting in the middle of the back row. This is the girl that I had been crushing on for quite some time now, yet never had the courage to even speak a word to her. And there she is. She nervously waves to me and says "Hello." My body freezes in place. I couldn't move or speak. My mind is racing faster than light. HOW IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!!! Eventually, i manage to reach for the door, and begin to leave. However, a cute laugh interrupts my escape. "Hey, you remind me of a dream I had last night." I once again freeze in place. "Are you just gonna stand there all day? Come on, take a seat. I think you're pretty cool." With that sentence, the tension instantly falls out of the air, and you could hear it hit the floor. I begin my walk towards this girl, and take the seat to her left. She begins telling me about this dream she had, where her friends convinced her to text her crush, and gave her his number. At first, he thought she had the wrong number, but after confirming with her friends, she continued the conversation. After a while of fliritng, she told him to meet her in room 109 during lunch. However, when he arrived, he froze in place in the doorway. Suddenly, she was awoken by a car alarm around 4 in the morning. I panicked out as she described her dream to me. I couldn't believe this had happened. I would have been skeptical, but there's no way she would have known. I've told nobody about this dream, nor have I ever spoken a word to her prior to today. I then shared my dream with her, and she reacted the same way. I asked her to describe the guy. She didn't remember him too well, but what she could piece together fit my description pretty well. She even reacted similarly to me when she woke up, minus the silent scream of doom. When she got to school, her friends told her to text her crush, except they didn't have his number, so she couldn't do so. We talked for the rest of lunch, and it turns out that she was also crushing on me as well and was about to make the first move.