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After the palm reading phase ran its course, the Shiratorizawa volleyball team enjoyed a few days of peace. Emphasis on a few.
It was all over when Satori woke up in the middle of the night from a crazy dream involving a water park obstacle course, tranquilizer darts, and an elephant eating peanuts and began Googling. Eita woke up to pee not long after and ended up joining his roommate’s search through the world wide web to see what this meant. The conclusion was that it didn’t mean much.
This didn’t stop them from asking their teammates about their dreams the next day at lunch, eager to get another stab at it.
“Do mine, do mine! I dreamed that I was watching a horror movie and a woman was trying to kill the main character with an axe, but he trapped her in a trunk. I think the lady was a ghost?” Goshiki frowned, trying to remember. “After that, I was suddenly in the movie as the main character and I checked the trunk and the woman was still in there and charged at me screaming with the axe. I closed the lid, but as an audience member I saw the lock was broken. Who knows how long it would've been before she figured it out and escaped?” Another pause. “I think that’s all I remember. What does it mean?”
“Christ,” Shirabu muttered.
“Hmm,” Eita said, pretending to ponder. “I think this means you're going to die soon,”
Goshiki’s face went stark white. Reon cleared his throat loudly, and Eita looked over to see his friend glaring at him.
“I was kidding,” he said hastily. Reon rolled his eyes and turned back to his book. “My official ruling? You feel you lack control in your life. You are the participant, obviously, but you often feel that you are just in the passenger seat.”
Beside him, Satori nodded sagely. “The axe seems important, too.”
Eita scrolled through the website until he found what he was looking for. “‘An axe in a dream symbolizes power, strength, and determination. It can also represent aggression, violence, and destruction. The meaning of the dream depends on the context in which the axe appears,’” he read.
Taichi snorted loudly.
“That isn’t a symbol, it’s just the function of an axe,” Wakatoshi said from Satori’s other side.
Eita shrugged. “I don't think it counts if you have only one dream with an axe in it. Dream interpretation is big on patterns.”
“You’d better start a dream journal, Goshiki,” Satori told him, tone serious despite the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Their underclassman’s eyes widened and he nodded vigorously. Eita stifled a laugh as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. They all stood and began gathering their trash, Wakatoshi and Satori’s efforts thwarted by their joined hands.
As the four of them headed back to the third year wing, Satori nudged Eita conspiratorially.
“Are you gonna give Shirabu a private reading again?”
“Just because that worked out so well for you, you think you know everythi-”
“I am the relationship guru! The romance master! Obey me, Eita!”
Eita escaped into his classroom, but not before catching a glimpse of the fond look Wakatoshi was giving his boyfriend. It was nice to see them both so happy, but he was not so desperate that he’d stoop to taking advice from Satori.
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In the clubroom that afternoon, Goshiki was chattering excitedly about his stupid dream journal.
“I can’t wait to see it all filled out,”
Kenjiro gave him a side eye but said nothing as he pulled off his uniform shirt.
“I hope they’re able to give me a full interpretation!”
Kenjiro pulled on his practice t-shirt.
“Did they look up your dreams yet, Shirabu-san?”
Sighing heavily, Kenjiro was bracing himself to reply when a pair of hands landed heavily on his shoulders.
“No, Goshiki, he hasn’t, because he has no faith in us or our divination abilities, his pre-pre-med brain won’t allow it,” Semi said.
“Nobody should, it’s all garbage!”
“You let him read your palm last week,” Taichi pointed out as he breezed out of the clubroom and therefore out of range of retaliation.
Kenjiro glared weakly at his back, feeling his face heat up as he shrugged Semi’s hands off.
“C’mon, give me a chance!” Semi said, his grin sharp.
“I had a dream that I clobbered you to death with a rock, what does that mean?” Kenjiro grumbled.
Semi smirked at him. “It means you want to pound me with something hard.”
Kenjiro’s face went bright red. Across the room, Tendo cackled loudly.
“Fuck off,” he muttered, dodging Tendo’s attempt to ruffle his hair as he stalked out of the clubroom.
“I prefer topping, FYI!” Semi called after him. For his trouble, Kenjiro flipped him off over his shoulder.
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“-and he’s so smug all the time, as if he knows so much more than me. He’s only a year older!”
Taichi hummed, not looking up from his phone.
“And don’t get me started on whatever the hell he and Tendo are doing with this dream bullshit. They’re poisoning Goshiki’s brain and he’s barely got one to begin with.”
“Mhmm,”
“And telling me about his preferences, like I give a shit that he’s a top,”
“For su- wait, what?”
Kenjiro stood in front of their window, indignant enough to stop the pacing he had taken up five minutes and one long, Semi-Eita-themed rant ago.
“I said I dreamed I got to bludgeon him with a rock and he made a sex joke like a twelve year old then said ‘I prefer topping’ as if I needed to know that!”
Taichi grimaced, mercifully choosing not to put to words that they both knew why that particular bit of intel would be of interest to Kenjiro.
“Shut up,” Kenjiro snapped anyway.
“Just tell him you like him already, it won't kill you.”
“It might,” Kenjiro muttered.
Taichi laughed. “I dunno, I still think there was something up with the palm reading thing. There’s a reason Semi didn’t go out of his way to be alone with Goshiki and analyze his love line.”
Kenjiro squinted at him, thinking it over.
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“Have him home before 10:30, Wakatoshi, it’s a school night!”
Satori rolled his eyes exaggeratedly as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and dragged him to the door. “God, mom, you’re so embarrassing! We’ll get back when we get back, deal with it!”
Wakatoshi looked back and waved. “We probably will be back by 10:30, actually. We have early practice tomorrow. And Satori has to finish his physics homework-”
“No mention of physics on date night!” Satori screeched. “Bye, Eita! Try not to miss us too much!”
Eita enjoyed the quiet for all of thirty seconds before there was a knock on their door.
Groaning, he hauled himself off his bed to open it. “Back so soon? Did you forget your… key?”
Standing in front of his door was not Satori but a rather determined looking Shirabu. Eita raised an eyebrow expectantly. “Can I help you?”
Shirabu fidgeted for a moment. “I looked up what my dream meant.”
Eita laughed, opening the door further to let him in. He flopped back onto his bed and Shirabu sat on the edge of his mattress and held his phone up so Eita could read it:
Killing - Dream Interpretations
This dream symbolizes the need to let go of something or someone in your life. It may also represent repressed anger or aggression towards someone or something. Alternatively, it may indicate a desire for change or transformation.
Eita looked up when he was done reading. “So which is it? Letting go or desire for change?”
Shirabu didn’t say anything, his face pink.
“Hmm, I guess this is why Satori and I are the experts, huh? I think you want something to change between us.” Eita paused as that sank in. He liked Shirabu, and Shirabu liked him back. He smiled giddily. “I had a dream that we walked through a park and almost got hit by lightning.”
Shirabu wrinkled his nose. “Really? And what does your wondrous insight tell you about that?”
Eita chuckled. “Dunno, I didn’t look it up. I know what I want, I don’t really need to get my subconscious involved.”
“You want us to get hit by lightning?”
“Almost did a lot of the heavy lifting there.”
“Fine. So what do you want?”
“I want you.”
Shirabu’s eyes roamed his face, searching. “Are you serious?”
“As serious as rock-induced concussions and lightning strikes.”
Shirabu shuffled closer to him, tucking his legs underneath him. “You’re so lame,”
“And what does it say about you that you like me anyway?”
“Nothing good.” He was much closer now, his knees touching Eita’s thigh.
“You’re the worst.”
“Flattery like that will get you everywhere.”
Eita leaned in and his lips met Shirabu’s, better than he’d ever dreamed.
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Lightning in a dream symbolizes sudden changes, enlightenment, and inspiration. It can also represent a warning of impending danger or a release of pent-up emotions. It may indicate a need for you to be more aware of your surroundings and to be prepared for unexpected events.