during their first meeting. Respond and save the girls, which was hunted by his opponent. Four days - four saved. It was possible to penetrate people’s dreams as many times as a day, but to change them as the enemy does it is too difficult to try continuously. And if so, then he himself, with a clear conscience, can go into reality and ... fall asleep again. This time without any travels of reason. Even a sleeper needs an ordinary rest.

* * *

Emily hesitantly reached for the doorbell button. Quickly withdrew her hand. Once again stretched. I pulled off. She clenched her hands into fists, walked back and forth into the small space between the doors. She was on the tenth floor of a residential building. There were only two doors here - where the second Emily did not know, but the one she was about to call led to the apartment of Nathaniel Bishop.

After a short erotic dream that she had had a few days ago, she was in a rather strange state almost all the time. Nervousness mixed with excitement. Over and over again, her thoughts returned to the man who had dreamed about her, the lower abdomen filled with pleasant weight, and the heat of desire flashed throughout her body. Emily did not understand why this is happening - in the end, she saw Nathaniel only once, and exchanged a few words, so why did he sit so firmly in her thoughts?

Her friend was right when she dragged her to the club, in the hope that the redhead would deign to meet someone, saying that Amy hadn't had sex for too long.

One way or another, having tormented these mental agony for these days, Emily decided to find Nathaniel. True, she did not quite understand why.

- What will you tell him? - the redhead mumbled to herself - I dreamed this week that we were going to have sex on the table at the club and since then it hasn't gone out of my head. Do not explain why? Stupid ... Why did you, I ask, come ...

Taking a deep breath, Emily turned sharply on her heels and quickly pressed the bell button, without thinking about what she was doing. Otherwise, she could change her mind.

“Well, that's all” - flashed through her head - “No, of course, you can still escape before he opened the door ...”

Steps were heard outside the door.

“Quickly think of what to say. What to say ... What to say ... May simply offer to sleep? Well, what will you look like? And if he refuses? No, he, of course, will not refuse ... "

Emily was quite confident in her appearance. Appearance is not stunning, of course, but very attractive. The usual pretty girl of twenty-three. Slim, dark-red, with green eyes - a great combination ... Growth, perhaps a little lower than we would like, well, and not all be basketball players, right? She was wearing a red and white plaid shirt, faded jeans and sneakers. Nothing supernatural - she always goes that way - and usually no one complained.

Flipping through her head in those few seconds with another hundred equally useless thoughts, Emily looked up, meeting the gaze of the young man who opened the door. The last thought that flashed through my head was "It would be worth just a call."

Nathaniel looked like a medical university student during the session. Emily knew about it firsthand - she studied at this and knew what she was talking about. It is the same every six months.

Nevertheless, despite the apparent fatigue, the gray eyes remained attentive and focused.

- Emily. - Reporter nodded, instantly recognizing the girl. The redhead fleetingly was delighted with this fact. Good sign. - What led you?

“I ... I ...” the girl hesitated. “I had a dream, remembering that I had been playing in the shower for several days in a row” - I ... wanted to help. - she got out.“Did you investigate there in the club?” Looking for someone? I thought I could help, my friend works there in the club ...

Nathaniel listened attentively to her confused speech and answered in a polite tone:

- No, thank you, I do not think that this is necessary. And now, if you do not mind, I will take my leave. I worked quite a lot lately and I want to relax. I was pleased to meet you, and I hope that in the future we may be able to continue it. But, I'm afraid, not today. And I'm sorry we never managed to finish the dance. Best wishes to you.

Nathaniel began to close the door. "Just think," thought Emily sourly in response to this polite message - "As if you were counting on something else ..."

A sudden awareness pierced her thoughts.

Leg, shod in sneakers, wedged between the door and the jamb. Wearily, Nathaniel pulled a mask of politeness over his face, opened the door again, and was surprised at the change that had happened in that instant. The expression of easy uncertainty on the girl's face was replaced by righteous indignation.

- We did not dance in the club! - the girl almost shouted - We danced in my dream before ... as ...

The girl’s cheeks became flustered, and the indignation reached that limit, when the overflowing emotions did not give the redhead even to utter a word, only to gesticulate violently. Nathaniel even admired - the girl, burning with anger, turned out to be a marvel, sweet, touching and hilarious at the same time. Perhaps it was the fact that played its role in the subsequent decision.

Rubbing his eyes, Nathaniel spoke wearily.

- Damned work. You see how I was exhausted - to confuse reality and sleep, this has not happened to me since the age of twelve ...

When he met the stunned, confused look of the girl, he smiled slightly.

- Give me a couple of minutes. I'll explain everything. Have tea

* * *

- So, you got into my dream, saving from some guy who has the same abilities as you? - if the skepticism in Emily’s voice could be materialized, the received material would be enough for a second satellite for the Earth.

“You yourself noticed that I know the things that happened in your dream.” - shrugged Nathaniel - What is not proof?

- It would be better if you said that you read thoughts. - the redhead sighed, chatting with a straw in a half-empty glass with some kind of cocktail - I would rather believe it.

They sat at the bar of a cafe, the main advantage of which was that there were almost no people here. It took five minutes to tell your story to Nathaniel. He spent the next half hour answering the girl's questions, trying to catch him in the inaccuracies. Deep down, she believed him right away, but her mind continued to resist.

- In general, I do not insist that you believe me. I don’t understand why you were looking for me, Nate remarked. Emily flinched and somehow hurriedly looked away.

- Well, let's say I believe you, - hastily changed the theme of the girl - And what should I do? That, another dowry - suddenly he will return?

“Hm ... yes, that could be a problem ...” Nathaniel frowned. “In that case ...”

- What?!

- I will miss you very much.

- Och-ry ridiculous ... - almost hissed angry cat Emily.

- In general, the way it is. You can not distinguish between dream and reality - in this case, you had at least some chance. And so you have only hope that I will have time to intercept him.

- Why do you think that I can not understand what I sleep? - the redhead has immediately thrown up.

Instead of answering, Nathaniel only shrugged his shoulders and somehow strangely led his hand in front of him. The walls of the cafe began to blur in space. Stunned, Emily dropped her glass, not even noticing how it had dissolved in the air, not reaching the floor. He and Nathaniel were in a kind of glass hemisphere, located under water. Above the head and on the sides it was quite light - the sunlight penetrated through the water column - and many-colored fish swam in a multitude.And under our feet, beyond the transparent floor, there was not a black water gulf, as one would assume, but the most ordinary night sky, dotted with dozens of glittering little stars. Emily even recognized several constellations. ... Read more →