Who are you?

It was a busy day for a Wednesday. As I walked down the stairs to the tube, I wondered if there was some special event or a holiday. Otherwise, what would be the reason for such a crowded day? 

On my way down the stairs, I was pushed away by a mass of people.

Everyone was just a little too close and in a hurry somewhere.

I could smell the sweat and all varieties of perfume mixed.

My train was arriving, and I was still on top of the stairs. The crowd was blocking me. I had to start running down through the crowd. I ran with the mass and abreast it. I felt like a fish trying to go in a different direction than my other fish companions.

I made it in the last second.

While I walked in, I started looking around to see any empty sit places. Found one!

It was next to a smelly person. That was the only reason it was empty on such a busy day. 

I could not care less. Everything I wanted was to sit down. My legs hurt from my heels. So a smelly man was a better option than standing.

As we started to drive, I slowly closed my eyes, concentrating on not falling asleep. But I was tired, too tired, from being up late. I was working on my marketing presentation. 

My eyes closed, and I was drifting away to the dream world.

I saw a girl, a blonde girl. 

She had long hair. It was dirty. 

She was dirty. 

She had a grey hoodie and light blue jeans. 

She was sitting alone and trembling. 

Then I saw where she sat. It resembled a cage. 

It was dark in there. Not a drop of sunlight was visible.

It was a stone wall. Slightly like in a cave. 

But there were bars in front of her.

She looked scared. 

She looked me in the eyes. 

She started crying and, asking "What will you do to me?"

I heard myself replying to her screams. 

"Alison... "

But it wasn't me. It wasn't my voice.

It was from my perspective. 

Beep Beep

I opened my eyes. 

It was my station. I ran out barely before the door closed.

As I walked down the street, I couldn't stop thinking about that girl.

Alison. 

I wonder why I dreamt of her. It felt too real for a dream. 

It felt like it happened. 

Like I was there watching her. 

Why was she that scared. What happened to her, or maybe should I ask what was about to happen to her.

Focus!

I was running late for my work.

The presentation didn't go as well as I expected.

I couldn't get the image of that girl out of my head.

It was following me through the day.

As I ended my work, I was afraid of falling asleep. At the same time, I was drawn to her and scared of me. Me that was there not me, that was in bed me.

There were fewer people on my way home than in the morning.

I fell asleep for a short moment on the train. This time I didn't see the girl.

When I came home, I didn't have the energy for anything. I made some dinner and laid in bed after I eat.

I tried to sleep. I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't.

I was, dreaming things?

It didn't feel like a dream.

It felt so authentic like, I was living it or remembering it?

I didn't sleep at all because I was dreaming.

Does that make sense?

I saw the girl again.

She was in the same place as last time, in the cave room.

I remember that I felt sorry for her.

I didn't talk much, but she cried a lot.

I gave her food. 

She screamed at me.

"Why are you feeding me if you are going to kill me." She was trembling.

I 

No. HE

Yes, HE responded. I don't know how I knew, but I was dreaming from a male perspective.

"We are not going to kill you. Just eat." HE said, a bit irritated.

She calmed down but still was breathing loudly and shaking. 

"You are not going to kill me? " She had a very, weak voice. 

I as I not, as he. 

I wanted to hug her. 

He did not.

He answered. " No, so can you stop crying now."

She nodded and started eating.

She looked like a monkey when she ate. 

The way she sat, having her legs close to the chest and eating with her long arms. It was funny looking. I had to hold myself from laughing.

I kept her company while she ate. When she finished the food, I heard a small "Thank you, it was good" She almost whispered it. 

She didn't want to admit that prisoners food could be good.

I replied, "Thank you."

"You made it?" She asked, shocked. 

"Yes, I made it, and I will make the next one too. Therefore make sure to eat it." I smiled and gave her a wink.

She blushed.

Cute.

At least now, she was quiet.

When I opened my eyes, I was cold sweating.

It felt like I lost control, not only in what I was seeing but also in my thoughts. 

I became him for a second there. I could see and feel what he saw.

It was scary.

I looked at my clock. It was 3 in the morning.

I didn't want to forget what I saw. That's why I decided to write down feelings and the details I experienced.

When I finished writing, I tried to understand what I saw.  

I had a strange feeling that what I was seeing wasn't a dream. But the logical part of me couldn't find a different explanation. I needed to understand better what it was.

There was a blonde girl.

And a guy.

She was captive by the guy. I did not see others. But I, HE said that "WE are not going to kill you".

What were they doing with her?

Seeling organs? But they said that they wouldn't kill her.

Were they selling her for sex?

The first time the dream happened, I had more control.

I was aware of myself, just like in lucid dreaming. The only difference was that I didn't control my body. 

Under the second time, I had control but only at the beginning.

I remember I thought awful and mean things about her. And how I acted that was so mean. 

I would never do that.

I lost my thoughts to him. 

Who was that guy?

He seemed good looking by her reaction. But he had to be an ass. I mean he, did kidnap her or at least helped to kidnap her.

I took out my computer to search in a dream dictionary.

And try different words like: 

Man: Can be a sign of depression.

Kidnapping: Powerless.

Dreaming in 3rd person: Feeling like you have no control.

Great!

A couple of minutes and all I got are signs of depression.

Maybe that's better than being crazy.

Time for a break. I turned myself in a blanket and put some tv on to have a background sound.

Wishing that I would dream of nothing, I fell asleep.

I woke up at 6 in the morning.

I didn't dream.

I made some breakfast and heard that the news channel was on.

A girl has been missing since Tuesday evening. 

I turned around to see.

As I did, I felt my plate falling from my hands and hitting the floor. It created a loud sound and shattered the glass everywhere.

There she was.

Alison.

There she was on the screen, with a big text under her picture 

"Gone missing"

She was a lot cleaner in that picture. Even prettier, she was smiling. 

I felt my hand reaching the phone and typing the phone number that was on the screen under a big text ''If you know anything, call this number." As I heard the signal coming from the phone, I realized that I shouldn't call them. What would I tell them? I had dreams about Alison?

"Hello?" some answered."

I hang up fast and put the phone down.

Instead, I listed what information they were saying in the news.

She was seen the last time on a Tuesday evening. 

She left her friends house but never got home.  

They don't have any suspects at the moment and appreciate all information.

I had to leave for work. I turned off the tv and changed. I left the plate still shattered on the floor and run of to the train.

I wanted to help her so badly. 

But how? Even if they wouldn't take me for a crazy person.

How could my dream help them?

Sure I knew where she was. But not enough to help.

I knew that a man kidnapped her.

But I didn't know how he looked.

Or did I?

What if I could find out.

I was him in my dreams. I was, seeing from his perspective.

Maybe I could try to stay longer and see how I, HE looked.

When I arrived at my job, I didn't put a lot of effort into my work.

At lunchtime, I managed to let my boss let me go home. He agreed easily. I probably looked awful from the little sleep I got.

I stressed home. I had to try and go in.

Try to see her. 

Try and see me, HIM. 

If I would see a face or a street they were on. 

Anything.

I laid on my sofa and closed my eyes. I tried to go in and see.

After trying for, hours I still got nothing.

Not a glimpse.

I needed a break. I started searching for any updates about the situation.

Nothing.

I found her Facebook profile. I saw that she lived close to my street. 

She was young, 22 years old. She worked for my company. Sure, a different department, but still my company. 

To think that she was so close to me, but I didn't even know about her existence. I probably would have ignored the news if it wasn't that I saw her in my "dreams".

Without realizing I felt tears falling on my cheek.

I wanted to help, but how?

Laying down, I cried myself to sleep.

I don't even know how but I saw through him.

He was cooking. 

I got to see his hands. But they were ordinary. Nothing special about them. Nothing worth remembering or recognizing that it was his hands.

He was a skilled cook. I saw how he chopped some tomatoes, easy and fast. Then some paprika in a small perfect squares.

He was making a salad and some potatoes with beef.

The thought of food made me hungry. 

The food was ready to serve, and he was going to a room next door. It looked like he was going to the toilet.

In a toilet! There is a mirror! 

Now is my chance.

I woke up, someone was calling me.

Are you kidding me! Not now!

It was an unknown number.

I answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, you called this number today in the morning." My brain goes blank. Who was it?

She said, "This is a phone number for the missing person. We call everyone back to see if they had some information about the victim."

I heard myself answering, "No, I don't have any information. I called because we work for the same company."

"Oh," She sounded disappointed.

"Okay, can we give you a call if we have any questions about her work life?"

"Yes, I wasn't very close with her, so maybe don't call me first, but I would love to help". 

I will help her.

She thanked me and hung up.

I didn't want them to know about me, but that was my fault for calling before.

The dinner I saw him cook made me hungry.

My fridge was empty.

Everything that happened made me completely forget to shop.

I ordered some pizza. While waiting, I cleaned up the plate and sandwich from this morning.

After I ate, I called my boss, informing him that I was still sick.

The thought that I could try again tomorrow made me want to stay at home.

I had a dream I don't remember much. All I know is that he wasn't in it.

The next day I started with some more positive energy, ready to make it and see him or where she is.

After some breakfast, I tried a couple more times to see him each time was a failed attempt.

In the end, I gave up. 

All the other times, I saw him while I was sleeping. I tried to get sleepy and take a nap.

After some hours of watching boring shows on tv, I finally closed my eyes, and I saw through him.

He was outside. 

In London.

I saw him walking down a street.

He walked down to the underground station. 

I knew where it was!

That made me so happy that I almost woke up from this excitement.

I calmed down just in time.

After all, I had to see where he was going back and how he got to her.

He opened an emergency door.

There was a long hallway.

It looked like an area for workers of the underground.

But no one was there at the moment.

Later he went out to the tunnel where the train goes.

It looked like an old track.

He opened a door and there, was the cave wall. He kept walking through the hallway.

Turning right and then left and right again.

There she was at the end of the hallway.

I woke up from the excitement, but I had what I needed.

It was time to take a trip outside the city to send a letter.

No, I can't! Tomorrow is Saturday. They would get a letter on Monday as fastest.

I had to leave it outside the police station or at least her parent's house or someone who would give it to the police.

I started searching and found that her parents lived close.

It was getting dark today would be a perfect chance to leave a letter under their house.

I had to start working.

I took some old magazines and assembled a letter. Making sure not to leave any evidence as I made the letter.

It was time to drive off to their house. Being afraid that someone would see my car, I left it a little bit away and called a cab to drive me the rest. When we arrived, I told him to wait. I pretended to call someone as I throw the letter at the door. He didn't seem to see anything, so I went in the cab and told him that I got the wrong address. I asked him to drive away. He left me where my car was. I told him that my friend would meet me here instead. After a couple of minutes, I went to my car and drove home.

Over the weekend, I had the news channel on, hoping for an update. 

Nothing. It was like people already forgot about her.

I had to go to work on Monday. I couldn't pretend to be sick anymore.

When I got in, I checked on her department to see if anyone knew something.

Nothing, no one even talked about her.

It appeared as everyone had forgotten about her.

On Wednesday, I got a call from an unknown number.

It was the information lady from before. She remembered that I asked about her she wanted to update me on the situation. They got an anonymous letter it explained where she was. Unfortunately, when they got there, she was gone.

They confirmed her DNA, so it was the right place, but they were late.

I had to take a walk.

I couldn't help her in the end. 

She was gone. The police haven't figured out why they took her. 

They had some guesses, but nothing was sure. 

The only suspect was me (the letter me) and he. 

The sunset was in beautiful colours.

As I watched the sunset, I closed my eyes. Not to sleep, just wanted to check if I could see her.

I did not. 

But I saw the sunset.

I saw the same sunset that I was watching just a second before.

I saw a park.

I saw the park I was in!

I felt how my heart started racing, but I didn't pull out. I wanted to see more.

I tried to calm myself down and see what he was seeing. See where he was.

I saw a bench.

I saw a girl sitting on it.

I, HE looked at her. 

It took me a second, but it was me.

HE looked at me!

I saw him walking closer to me. 

I could see my face. My eyes were closed.

I wanted to open them, but not yet. I had to let him come closer. So I could see his face. 

He was close.

But he didn't come closer. He started walking away.

I had to act now, or I would lose him.

I opened my eyes and turned around, trying to see him.

There were so many people. It was an event.

I tried looking after someone who could have been him. But I didn't see anyone who fitted the profile.

I closed my eyes again trying, to see through him, but I couldn't.

I lost him.

He was so close, and I lost him.

I wonder if he let me see through him. I wonder if he knew that I was there if he could, sens my presents. 

I wonder if he could see through me without me knowing.