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this dream happened when i was nine. i was sitting on the couch watching t.v when someone knocked at the door. I got up and opened the door and saw no one but a hand giving me a colorful peice of paper. i was turning around to go back into the house but stppoed and went outside. when i was outside the door started to close i turned around and saw a guy with white hair and pale skin not like an albano but he was so beautiful and i ran to him without even think, but i was so happy to see him ive never seen him before but i loved him. and ever since that dream everytime i think of him i get butterflies. I have written poems about him and im writting a novel with one of my characters looking like him. I recently had a dream about him agian and im 15 its been 6 years since that first dream and it alway makes me wonder if he is really out there and if so has he dreamt of me.