I am going to go for a party (which is on the roof-top of our apartment/building). I get ready, but somehow always keep messing up my dresses (thrice). At the stairs I meet a boy (a classmate). He is very nerdy, geeky and some what mentally handicapped. Needless to say, he is ridiculed and teased.
I ask him if he is going to the party. He says he would absolutely love to go but is scared he won't be welcome. From the look on his face I pity him, I tell him I'll will accompany him to the party. He seems very happy, yet nervous, at this. I hold his hand and lead him to the party. When we enter the party, instead of going joining the crowd, I greet a few people (they pretend not to notice him) and then we both enter a door.
The door leads to a big hallway with many many doors lining its sides, some open some closed. He is not beside me anymore. The hall is not furnished, except for a victorian writing desk in the middle of it. I sense someone is at the table but I don't turn to look. Looking down at myself I see that I am wearing my casual pants. I undress and put on my jeans (which miraculously happens to be in my hand). When I finish I look back to see that it was him sitting at the desk all along. He didn't once turn his head to look at me (which I find very honourable) but somehow I could feel he saw everything. The knowledge doesn't embarras me. Then I quietly ask if he would repeat to anyone what he say. He just shakes his head however I can hear his voice (even though he doesn't say anything) telling me "I love you, silly." I feel immensely respected and loved. Dream ends.
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