A story based on a dream I am working on (first draft)

In my dream I was working in a café in a city made of marble, sliver and diamonds. A man walks in with a suit, high tops, a long over coat and spiked hair. He asks me what’s good and I serve him green sparkling coffee with cake that’s floating above the plate. This amuses the man.

The café has two other costumers sitting and eating at separate tables who are regular patrons.

The stranger starts eating his floating cake and drinks his coffee. He then ask’s me to sit with him. So I do.

I ask him all about himself. He tells me he travels and loves advancer, running, and laughter. I smile and lean in close to him from across the table. He tells me tales of friendship, war, aliens, science and more.

Then he stops suddenly.

He push’s the table to the left and rush’s over to me and pulls me out of my chair. He holds me close and yells at the two customers and the girl behind the register to get down.
They get low on the ground.

Me looking up at this man of six foot: What’s going on?

An explosion happened in the street in front of the café and I fall backwards with the man‘s body stopping the glass from hitting me from the huge window. The smoke clears. The man looks down upon me and I open my eyes to look up at him. He is on top of me and moves my curly hair from my face.

Him: Are you okay.
Me: How did you know that was going to happen?
Him: I’m kind of physic.
Me: Oh.
Him: So you are fine? I’m not hurting you?
Me: No. I’m fine. You are not heavy at all.

I then smile and giggle.

He raises an eye brow.

Him: What’s so funny?
Me: I can’t recall the last time a man was on top of me.
Him with a smile: You naughty girl.

He gets up off me and stands. Glass and dirt fall off his back and he pulls me up. I stand and look into his purple eyes as he looks into my brown ones.

Him: For someone so young you are so beautiful.
Me: Me?
Him: Yes you.

Another man with blue eyes, dark hair, a strong jaw line climbs in through the broken window.

Blue eyed man: I found you.
Him: It’s about time.

The blue eyes man looks at me for a while and then to his friend.

Blue Eyed Man: I can see why you like her.
Him: What can I say. I like earthlings and I love her.

Me: What did you say?
Him: I like earthlings.
Me: No the other part.
Him: I love you.

The blue eyes mad walks around the now dirty, broken and ruined café checking on the two costumers and the girl behind the register. He attends to any medical needs they may have. When he is done he tells them all to run home and lock the doors.

Blue Eyed Man: You should go home to young miss.
Me: I’m not that young. I’m 27.

Both men smile and the Blue Eyed Man chuckles.

Blue Eyed Man: Compared to us you are still young. It’s a good thing.
Me: You don’t look a day over 40.
Blue Eyed Man: Thanks.

He walks over to us and looks his friend in the eye.

Blue Eyed Man: I will be back soon but then we have to get the hell out of here.
Him: Okay.

The Blue Eyed man rush’s out of the window.

Me: You love me?
Him: Yes I do.
Me: Why?
Him: How can I not.

I look at this man for a while as if I am looking for something. He looks back at me.
Another explosion goes off and the ground shakes.

Me: What’s going on?
Him: A war is starting.
Me: What war. There is no war. Not here. Not anymore.
Him: It’s not a human war. It’s a space war.
Me: Not a human war. You speak as if you are not human at all.
Him: It’s because I’m not.

I take a few steps back.

Him: What? Do I scare you now.
Me: No. I’m just don’t know how to handle this.
Him: I’m a friend. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Come with me and my friends. You will be safe.

He reach’s for me and tears fall from my eyes. As all this is going on more explosions are hared in the background.

Him: Please come with me. We don’t have much time.

His eyes are wide and watery as if he is fighting back tears. I look down and see my black uniform dress and Mary Jane shoes all dirty. My black stocking on my right leg is torn and I have blood trickling down my calf.

Him: Please come with me.

I reach for his hand and step forward. He smiles at me and we hold hands.
We walk though the ruined café and he helps me out the window.

There are lazars zooming by in the sky and the ground shakes. People are running in the streets screaming.

A black van rives over to us and stops suddenly by us. The Blue Eyed Man opens the side door. He yells over the sounds of attack for us to get in the van.

A woman is driving the van like a true road warrior at top speed. There is a dark skinned man in the seat next to her on a lap top and head set typing. I look around the van and see all this high tech equipment and some guns.

I pull my knees close to myself and rap my arms around them. I put my head down.
The man who walked into the café puts his arm around me. I raise my head up to him.

Me: I don’t even know what to call you.
Him: Whatever you like.
Me: How about your name.
Him: I don’t have one.
Me: You don’t have a name.
Him: No I don’t. But I don’t mind it much.

He smiles at me.

Me: What are we going to do now?
Him: We are going to my ship to get you out of here.
Me: Why me.
Him: It’s the safest place to be at this moment.

The blue eyed man reach’s for my leg.

Me: Do you have a name?
The blue eyes man looks at me.

Blue Eyed Man: Just call me Jay. Now let me treat that cut you have. You may get an infection.

We ride in silence the rest of the way till we leave the city out towards the country side.
We stop after a while in the middle of a huge meadow.

The woman driving get’s out the van and opens the door in the back of the van to let myself, Jay and my Nameless friend out. The sky is clear and it’s sun set. I see smoke rising in the distance. I try to run towards it my leg hurts so I limp as fast as I can.

My nameless friend rush’s up to me and scoops me up.

In a whisper he say’s: Let me help you.

He carry’s me towards the smoke. We get to a hill and he carry’s me up it. I lock my arms around him and place my head on his chest. His heart beat sounds odd to me.
We get to the top of the hill and he stops walking.

I raise my head up and look towards the smoke. My city is on fire. I see the orange starting to glow and the night get’s darker.

Me: No.

My nameless friend puts me down.

Him: I am sorry.
I scream: NO! NO! NO! I have to go back. We have to help people.
Him: We can’t do anything. I only came to save you. I can’t help the others.
Me: Why! There are innocent people who are going to die. We have to help them. You have guns.
Him: The guns are not mine. Plus I never carry guns and I am not supposed to be here. I’m not supposed to be saving you.
Me: Please. Help the people still alive.

I start crying.

My nameless friend pulls me over to hold me. I burry my head into his chest and cry more.

Him: I’m sorry. I really am.

I look up at him and see him crying gold tears from his purple eyes.
I reach for his face and wipe his tears.

He looks down at me and touch’s my face softly with his hands.

Him: I’ll never let anything hurt you.
Me: For some reason I trust you and know you will.

We stare at each other for a few moments till the moon’s (there are two in the sky) start to rise. The stars start slowly to zoom by and the green grass starts to glow. In the distance my city is burning and I can’t do a thing to save it.

My Nameless friend leans down and kisses me softly on the lips for a few moments.

He pulls away slowly. Our faces still close.

Me: Am I really that much younger then you?
Him: Yes you are.
Me How old-
Him: 150 something give or take. I lost count.
Me: Oh.
Him: Is that to old?
Me: No. Not at all. It’s just right.

I get on my tip toes and kiss him on the lips just as soft as he kissed me.
His tongue is soft and warm and tastes like the floating cake I gave him before.
He holds me tighter and I feel my body relax slowly.

We part lips after some time.

Him: We have to go back to the others. I need to get you to my ship.

He picks me up and he walks down the hill. I place my head on his chest and rap my arms around his neck. I close my eyes and tune in on his heart beat.

In a low voice as he reach’s the bottom of the hill I ask him: Are you always going to keep me safe?

He put’s me down and looks me in the eyes: For as long as you want me too.

We hold hands and walk to the van.