Let's call this ... Searching for Nathan Carter I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart. And because I believe in dreams. I believe they mean something. Dreams, yes, not just hopes and aspirations, but real slumbering dreams. Normally, I don't do this. But ... I will do this for the slight chance that he might read this. And ... to help a friend. I feel like the two may be linked in some way. Dreams have that power, they hold that power - to draw people together, interlinking their fates, if there is so such thing as Fate. However, it may well be that their lives are already intertwined and these dreams are a - no pun intended - but they may very well be a wake up call. I feel like it is my duty, as a friend, to post her dream here, under the very slim chance that he may read it. That he may contact me if, in fact, he had shared the same dream, so that I may contact her. She did not know who he was until a month ago. She has dreamed of him before, not just after she saw him as Travis "Smog" Strong on Radio Free Roscoe. She was watching the show with me about a month ago, because I told her that there was a character on there that reminded me of her in all her wise, DJ-ocity. Of course, I was referring to the character of Smog ... Now, I know that it's just a character in the show and all, that Smog and Nathan aren't necessarily of the same personality. If anything, the only thing I really know about Nathan Carter is that he's a 20-year-old playing a freshman in high school - which, I must add, is not uncommon. I've played a ten-year-old on stage before ... last year. It's no big deal, people, get over it. But we were watching it, and the beginning credits come on, where it shows him putting on the record. I look at her, and she has this ... funny look on her face. I can't really describe as much of anything except that purely, glued expression of intrigue that she gets ... when she's just ... captivated. She said "that's Nate." And his name, Nathan Carter, popped up on the screen, and I just looked at her, asked her how she knew that, when she hadn't seen the show before. She said, "He looks like a Nate." And that was all she said. When commercials came on, she told me that she had to tell me something when the show was over - that she would tell me then, but it would take a while, and she didn't want to miss anything. So ... when it was over, she told me that she had been having dreams about the actor that plays Travis. She's not an obsessed fan who dreams about him all the time or anything - she's been dreaming about him for years, she says ... off and on. She just never realized it was him. She'd just thought he was a face that came up in dreams every now and then. Said she can remember dreaming of him in middle school ... and then again when she was a senior in high school. She didn't dream of him every night, just every now and then. Recently, she told me of one she had last week. I think it was last week. I told her to write it down for me, so that I could repost it here ... in hopes that he might, again, on that slim chance that he should stumble across here, read it. So ... if you're out there ... "Are we listening?" Melissa's Dream I don't remember all of the details. It seemed we were in this school ... somewhere. Most definitely a college or university, though I don't really remember going to any classes except for the one where the dream ended, which was later. In fact, I'm not even sure it was a class; it might have been an organization of sorts. But the earliest thing I can remember of him is seeing him in this shop ... thing. I'm not sure what it was. The shop thing was adjacent to this commons room, I suppose that's what it was. A meeting room of sorts - that comes later. But the shop, back to the shop. It was dim in there; things were lit with multi-colored lights, like Christmas lights, I think. In that room or shop, there were plants, but I don't remember them very clearly. Mobiles hung from the ceiling, beautiful, sparkling, crystal-like mobiles of all sorts of colors. I remember staring at one for a while before he appeared. We were not alone, though. Students and people came in every now and then, but they were sparse and few, always keeping to the shadows or the far walls, away from us. I remember seeing him. We never said a word; if we did, I have no recollection. I mainly remember his eyes, and that he was wearing light colors, perhaps orange or beige, or both or not even those - I'm not sure, exactly. I remember his hair, as well. I remember thinking that it used to be darker and longer, just a bit. Not much darker or longer, but enough to make a difference. I remember smiling at him, wanting to say "hello" but I was too shy, I think, and so was he. But he did smile, and handed me a piece of paper. On it was something about this class or organization that was meeting at night. Something important that I felt I needed to be at. I looked at him, to tell him that I would be there, but I didn't need to. He understood. I felt something from him, something that I can't really describe, but I can try. It wasn't just that I felt that something from him, but I also felt it for him. I knew, though he had not told me, he had not said a word, I just knew that he was feeling something for me. I suppose it might be easy to say "he liked me" but, I'm not exactly sure if that was it, and in any case, "he liked me" sounds too ... ... what is the word? Adolescent, perhaps. Too immature. Too middle school. "Interested" might be a more vague, but better explanation of what it was. I was "interested" in him, too. And when he walked away, I was smiling. It's strange because, normally, when I dream of someone I have interest in, they show no interest ... find me annoying ... something. But I had other classes to go through, other things to do before that night, before the meeting. I don't remember what the classes were about, but I do remember going to them, and sitting there, taking notes. I remember going back to my apartment or dorm room and taking a shower, changing, and heating up some food to take with me to the meeting or class because I had not eaten since breakfast. That happens a lot in real life, too. I was early to the meeting/class. The room is a tan, no, not really tan, more like a wood color, like the walls were made of stained wood. Pine maybe. There were grey chairs in the room for sitting, facing the front where the fore-speaker would be; but other than that, the room was empty, so I found myself this table - I think they're called "islands", a table that's in the ground and yet still in the middle of the room to serve no purpose but be a table in the middle of the room. There was a divider on it, so in a sense I suppose it was more like a double-counter island. I remember that the top of it was black, the divider was black. I used this island to eat upon, because, yes, I was hungry. I remember Nate coming in very quietly. He was early as well; he knew I was there, but I don't think he knew that I realized he was. He went around the divider, seemed to pause there, as if waiting for a moment to make an entrance to me, or greet me, as if he was thinking of a way to start things off on a good note. I remember smiling and shaking my head as I took a bite of my lasagna. Yes, it was lasagna, in a plastic container. I was eating it with a plastic fork. Not important, I don't think, but it's something I remember. A few more people started to come in and take seats. He came around the divider finally and smiled at me. And that, in turn, made me smile. He said, "Hey" and, of course, I said "hey" back to him. I think he said something along the lines of "I'm glad you could make it." And I remember smiling to that, too. I don't remember, however, exactly what happened next. I think we just stood in each other's presence for a while. And then the meeting/class started. I remember sitting in the back. I think he was next to me. Maybe it seemed awkward. I could tell he was "interested" and I'm sure he could tell that I was, but it was perhaps that tenseness of not exactly knowing what to do, what to talk about. How do you start? But the class/meeting started and I have no recollection of what it was about. At all. I feel bad about that, considering its importance. But that's all I remember of my dream. I hope that, if he does read this, he remembers the dream. Any of our dreams. Just to let me know that I'm not going mad, that is, if I'm not already there. But then, I'm not called the "Cheshire Cat" for nothing, I suppose. End dream So ... Nate? Nathan? ... Mr. Carter? If you are out there ... and you see this - if it seems at all familiar or you just ... feel like it means something, or are intrigued at all ... please, comment. Let us know ... let Melissa know. As for ... anyone else out there, who might know of how to get a hold of Mr. Carter, please ... comment, and let me know. And ... anyone who has a comment on Melissa's dream, please, leave a message, any thoughts on what it may be. It would be greatly appreciated by the both of us. Thank you all for your time, help, and patience. Blessed be.