memorable

They were originally called the Doonchildren, exemplary humans that had been around longer than the human race we know now. They lived under the radar with incredible abilities. I remember my first dream like it was yesterday. I was playing with a boy who had the darkest black hair and the prettiest eyes. We jumped off buildings together and swam together. I think I might have been eight. But we were best friends. The setting was somewhere I've never been before. A place I've never seen. By the sea, but there was no sand, there was rocks that turned into pebbles and pebbles to dirt, the dirt to grass and the grass to trees. The houses were open and certain parts of it were made of marbles and other parts of wood. Instead of a ceiling a giant white clothe draped delicately over the house. Everything was beautiful, everything was peaceful. The next dream I had wasn't in the same area, but slowly it began to have more characters. A girl with purple eyes and dark hair. A boy with emerald eyes and red hair. They became my family. But now I'm afraid that I've lost the connection. I don't just dream about them anymore. I lucid dream about them, force myself to think about them. But only occasionally do I dream about my best friend without having to force myself. I'll see what happens tonight.