The Sun That Found You (IS)

You’ve started dreaming differently. Not nightmares. Not fantasies. Something more consistent. Practical, even. Suspiciously well-organized. Every night, a different place. A different world. But there’s always someone there. The first time, you thought nothing of it. It’s a dream. Your brain does weird stuff even while you’re awake. Fine. The second, you hesitated. Wait… do dreams have continuity now? Are they running seasons? Did your subconscious get a subscription and not tell you? The third night, you were sure. This is either a conspiracy. Or your brain has better writing than you. By the fourth, you stopped asking questions. At that point, you were just sharing dream pleasantries with your dream companion and, frankly, the investigation could wait. Priorities. They look different every time. A stranger. A warrior. A shadow. A god. A goddess. Your brain clearly has a type. Or several. Very inclusive. Efficient. But they always have the same name. And on their forehead, a small, glowing symbol of the sun. Subtle. Very subtle. No notes. Truly. At least leave a phone number, a comment, a meme. Tonight, you fall asleep again. The dream begins. And you know they’ll be there. Of course they will. They’ve got better attendance than you. And better commitment. … Wait. Do condoms even work in dreams, or is this one of those “actions have consequences” situations? Like-are you going to wake up in six years and someone’s at your door like, "hey. this is yours," holding a child with a tiny glowing sun on their forehead? ----- I reworked this scenario a bit, because I didn't like its rating, it was supposed to be a warm slice of life and became unrated content because of bad word choices. So I modified it to make it more SFW. Ok, not much space left, thanks LewdLead for IS !