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say. I calmed myself and looked at him again to speak,
“I am dreaming, and you are not real.”
    “ I’m real. There is no
doubt about that. And you may think you are dreaming, but you are
actually at the Crossroads, somewhere between Heaven and Earth, or
between life and death, whichever you prefer.”
    He was so matter of fact, like he was
telling somebody for the hundredth time. But his words were
significant. I felt a chill run up my spine. Who was he trying to
scare? How dare he lie to me!
    “ That’s not true!” I began
to argue. “There is no such thing, and this is my dream…perhaps a
nightmare after meeting you!”
    Apparently that was not the response
he had anticipated. His cold stare was enough to make me wish I
could take it back. “I see; perhaps I’ll just
disappear.”
    “ No! Please! Wait! Don’t
go. I don’t understand what is happening. Could you at least tell
me how I got here?”
    He arched his brows. “If you don’t
know, how am I supposed to know?”
    “ Well, I thought…I thought
because you seem to live here?” I was hesitant to say those words
because I wasn’t sure.
    “ Don’t assume anything!”
he said sharply.
    I was perplexed by his coldness. What
a jerk! I didn’t want to talk to him anymore, but I needed answers.
“Is there anyone else I can talk to that may give me some answers?
Perhaps someone…nicer?” Now I was being rude, but he had been rude
to me first.
    He hesitated to answer, looked away,
and responded sternly, “No. There is no one else here.”
    “ Really?” I fired back,
vaguely remembering the lady I saw the last time I dreamt about
this place. “You’re telling me that you are the only one who lives
here or…or whatever the reason…by yourself…absolutely alone.” I was
so furious that I mumbled my words. I didn’t know if I made
sense.
    “ I don’t need to tell you
anything, but if you must know, my answer is still the same.” He
paused a few seconds and spoke again with a smirk, “Labera
lege.”
    “ Excuse me?” I asked,
wondering if I had heard correctly. Why was he speaking Latin? Was
he playing games with me? I was boiling with rage.
    He looked at me squarely in the eye.
“Let me repeat what I said in simple language: read...my…lips,” he
said softly. “That’s what I said.”
    So I did, thinking he was going to
tell me something important.
    “ No, nobody else here,” he
said slowly and sarcastically.
    I couldn’t believe he just did that to
me, but I didn’t believe his answer. “You’re unbelievable!” I shot
back.
    “ I know I am,” he said
matter-of-factly.
    “ I didn’t mean it in a
good way!” I said coldly, wanting to burst his ego.
    “ I did,” he said with his
chin held up high.
    Now he was just being egotistical, but
all I could do was stare at his smooth kissable lips. Stop! I told
myself. What was the matter with me? Why was I having these
thoughts? I started pacing back and forth, and out of frustration,
I yelled, “Ahhh! You are just…just…just…” I was lost for words
again.
    As I was having my little tantrum, he
looked away. Then I thought, Maybe he is telling me the truth.
Maybe there is no one else who can help me. Suddenly, a feeling of
loneliness began to penetrate. I didn’t know what I was doing here
or what the significance of this guy in my dream could
be.
    I felt his stare from the corner of my
eyes and as if he sensed my frustration, he asked in a calmer tone,
“Do you have any idea why you are here?”
    “ No, I don’t know why I’m
here or how I got here…and you don’t know why I’m here. So what do
I do?” My voice trembled as fear set in. I became desperate for
answers.
    “ Since I have no answers
for you, perhaps you should go back.” His tone was flat.
    Had he not heard anything I said? Now
I was beyond irritated with him. He wanted me to go back, and I
didn’t even know how I had gotten here in the first place. For a
man who was so pleasing to the eyes, I began