Last night I had a very vivid dream. I had a best friend who was a tall guy, around 18 years old, with blonde hair. He was absolutely gorgeous. He wore the same shirt through the whole dream. It FLASHED and CHANGED COLOR. It went from neon pink, to lime green, to highlighter yellow, it was amazing. Well anyways, his room was in the basement, and if you lifted up a portion of the wall and went in, there was an alternate dimension-type thing. It was bright colors and there were weird shapes that were alive and moved around, it was bizarre and amazing. Anyways, that's where we always hung out and nobody knew about it but us.
But then we were out in a parking lot and I got a phone call saying my parents were killed and that the killer was after me. My best friend grabbed me and ran and hid me in the dimension place so nobody would find me, and we fell in love. He would come in and we would do goofy immature things and just cuddle. It was the best.
Then, someone found out about the hiding place. He came in and told me and we were freaking out and then a bunch of people came in to get me and then....
I woke up.