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Sometimes I Wish Dreams Were Reality
By FloodedxLungs

 


Okay. This is based off a dream I had the other night. It's a total joke. You know how dreams are. XD

And the weird part about the beginning is that I don't live in London, so…yeah. Here we go…

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I sighed as my grandparents fought over where Gate 2 was. I looked at the dashboard clock: 7:22. My plane left from London at 7:35, and the next one didn't leave for another few days. I had to make this flight.

“Pull out the map!” My grandpa yelled.

“We don't have one!” Grandma screamed back.

“Get one from that guy!” I told them, pointing to a man in a newspaper costume by the side of the road. They drove next to him and he tossed one in the window. After a few minutes of confusion, they found Gate 2 and dropped me off. I went inside. As I was going through Customs, I saw Panic at the Disco (The young Panic. Like, back when Brendon had super long sideburns and semi-spiky hair…and red glasses. But Ryan looks like he does now, only he still had his small gauges).

I walked through the metal detector and sat down at a lunch table next to Brendon (this is where it gets crazy weird). He smiled at me, and I returned it. Soon, I felt someone rubbing my back…under my shirt.

I turned slowly to look at Brendon. He laughed and withdrew his hand. I rolled my eyes and poked his nose.

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Finally, we boarded the plane and were on our way to…wherever. The inside of the plane looked somewhat like that of the inside of a motorhome. There was a couch, a kitchen, and a small dining table.

Anyway, I started talking to Max (a friend from school who was randomly on the plane with me and Panic) about random stuff. Every now and then, I would exchange glances with Ryan Ross. He'd smile uncontrollably and look away, embarassed.

After a while, Max went to go sit under the table that Brendon and Ryan were sitting at. I followed him soon after and sat on the opposite side of the singer and guitarist.

“Hey Ryan?” I asked. He looked up at me. Brendon's lips curved up into a goofy smile; so did Max's. “There's…something I've been meaning to tell you for a while…”

“Yeaaahh…?” He asked.

I beckoned him closer with my index finger and he leaned across the table. I did the same and our lips met in a short, soft kiss. I pulled away and bit my lip before leaving my side of the table.

“That was all.” I told him, standing up.

Max smiled up at me from the floor where he was laying. Brendon laughed and moved to the other side of the table that I had previously occupied. I glanced at Ryan and he beckoned me over to sit next to him. Obviously, I did. He held me close and went in for another kiss.

Just as he began to deepen the kiss…

Sing me to sleep. Sing me to sleep. I'm tired and I, I want to go to bed.” My iHome played “Asleep”, by The Smiths, waking me from my wonderful Ryan Ross dream.

I rolled over begrudgingly and slammed my hand down on the off button.

That was the one time I was not thankful for waking up to music. Oh well.

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Hope you enjoyed that. XD I'm hoping to have this dream again so that I can control it (I have a knack for controlling dreams the second time I have them. Sort of a talent. =]) So yeah. Haha. I don't care if you don't review. I'm actually surprised you read it. xD I doubt it even made any sense. So, uhmmm…okay. I'm done. I'll go work on Hey Moon now. Haha!

 

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