Recurring Dreams

Manye people have recurring dreams, or nightmares. I have my own, from losing a red baloon to the wind, over and over again, while everyone hangs on to their own, to being unable to control the car I'm driving (one I've had since I was 12, which probably kept me off the road in addition to lack of zeal).

One particularly famous one I have is where Bruce Willis is trying to kill me, chasing me down streets and alleys of what I think is New York.

While recurring dreams are not unheard of, is it strange to have recurring a character in different dreams? Is it stranger still if the person does not exist?

I've had this woman in my dreams. She's caucasian, tall, lithe, plain faced, her hair an unnatural red. When I was younger, so was she. A neighbor I had who skateboarded into my garage. She'd help me up, when I fell. She rarely speaks.

Sometimes she's just an aquantance. Sometimes I save her. More often than not, she saves me.

She changes her hair quite often, short long, light red, dark red. Sometimes I never see her face, but I wake up, knowing it's her.

Who is she? I once thought she was my guardian angel, until I had to help her in the sewers, before we were overtaken by zombies.

The more I think about it, the more I'm unsure.

Whoever she is, wherever she is, it's been some time since I've seen her, and I miss her. I lay in bed sometimes, in the half-sleep that brings us many revelations, hoping that when I awake, I'll still remember holding her hand, or her cajoling actions.

If you're out there, Alex, come see me sometime, I need a companion.

(She's never given me her name, I just decided the name fit her well.)