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before. If anything, the pull seemed even stronger today.
    “It’s you?” I said.
    “Yeah, it’s me,” he answered.
    “You knew yesterday in class?”
    “Yes, I knew the moment you looked up at me.
It was like being punched in the stomach.”
    “Have you always been able to see my face?” I
asked.
    “For as long as I can remember,” He
replied.
    “I’ve never been able to see your face….
until last night.”
    “I figured that out in class yesterday, when
you looked so confused. I tried to tell you. I waited for you
yesterday,” he gently chided me.
    “I know. I just needed time. I was so
confused yesterday. There I was hitting on my teacher’s intern in a
class filled with other people,” I said, still feeling slightly
embarrassed.
    “Why have you been leaving me?” I asked
abruptly. I had meant to ask the question later, but I felt the
answer to this question was the most important.
    Mark looked confused. “I don’t leave, you’re
the one who leaves……” he paused, as understanding dawned on both of
us. Neither one of us wanted to leave in the dreams. Something else
was pulling us apart.
    “What does this mean?” I asked.
    “I don’t know. When did you move here?”
    “A few weeks ago. OH!” I shrilled, suddenly
aware. Why hadn’t I seen it before? The dreams changed the first
night in my new house, my first night in Santa Cruz.
    “Why did my moving to California change our
dreams?”
    “I don’t know.”
    He settled into the swing on the porch,
placing his hands on his jean clad knees. I sat beside him as we
silently pondered our dreams. It all seemed surreal to be sitting
here next to him, when I had fantasized about this my whole
life.
    I sat with my hands folded in my lap,
consciously aware that his hand was just inches away. I yearned to
reach over and grab onto it, but I fought back the urge. Part of me
was scared that his touch wouldn’t be the same as yesterday, while
the other part was afraid it would feel just as magical, and I
wouldn’t want to let go. Just when I knew I was fighting a losing
battle, Mark took the matter out of my hands.
    Mark reached over and took my hand firmly in
his. Though I was expecting it, I still momentarily lost my breath.
His touch made everything feel right. Our dreams no longer
mattered. All I cared about was that we were together now. I had
imagined this moment forever. Even though I thought I would never
really meet him, somewhere in my heart of hearts, I had always
hoped for it.
    I knew it was crazy. People didn’t go around
meeting guys they had dreams about. This was real life not some
science fiction novel. Dream Guys like this, just didn’t exist. It
went against everything I believed in, but looking down at our
hands it was hard to deny the connection. Even with our hands
lightly clasped together, I could feel the most pleasant warmth
from his touch spread throughout my whole body.
    He asked me what I was thinking. I tried to
put it into words. I explained the confusion, and how all this just
seemed unreal.
    “I know. Yesterday when I first saw you, I
felt the same way. I was so shocked. Here was a girl, I had only
dreamed about, sitting just mere feet from me. At first I was going
to ignore you, but that was before our hands met. That’s when I
knew for sure that I wasn’t hallucinating. Your touch was so
familiar, and at the same time so new. Here I was, acting like some
junior high guy who had just met some hot model; instead of the
professional I was supposed to be. I tried to ignore you through
the rest of class, but by the end, I knew it was too late.”
    He brought up an important point that I had
almost forgotten.
    “How did you wind up at my high school?”
    “School has always been easy for me. I
skipped most of elementary school and graduated at the top of my
class when I was fifteen. I received my bachelor’s degree in two
and half years. I had to work my tail off to convince the board of
trustees to let me use St.