Dreams or Stories?

This happened in a dream I had on Thursday, May 5th 2011

Legend: everything in italic is what i remember and believe after waking up.

              the writing in non-italic is the dream from what i remember.

The man is difficult to explain. He was beautiful. Long flowing black silky hair reaching his feet. smooth soft flawless milk-like skin. lean long face strong jaw high cheek bones. small angled black eyes. long black eye lashes. prefect thin eyebrows. soft almost thin red lips. long narrow pointed nose. he was breath-taking. he was tall long slightly muscular toned.

I almost lost everything. My mother is sick in the hospital, she is my only family. I live at home all alone. I feel empty and lonely until I met him. I didn't know who he was for all I know he could be a killer but I feel calm beside him. He lives with me now. I told him he looks beautiful and suddenly it snowed. I looked at him the snow gently rested on his deep black hair turning it into a perfect soft white. I was stunned staring at him and accidently whispered out loud "...more beautiful than my mother." he smiled gently causing my heart to thump. I brushed the feeling aside and laughed. "Now you're all covered in snow! Come inside you crazy man!" I pulled him inside and brought him to the bunk bed. "Here, you take the top bunk and I take the bottom. The towels are under the pillow." I grab a big blue kind of green towel and show it to him. He grimaced from the sight obviously not trusting the towel. I sit on the bed and place the towel on my lap for some reason it is damp. 'How strange' I thought and looked to the beautiful man. I pat my lap telling him to come over. he walks to me and gets rid of the towel. "What was that for?" He looks at me and offers his hand. "Let's go outside, it's lovely" I sigh and take his hand realizing there was no way else to please the man. His hand was cold like the snow. I shivered. We walked outside. My bare feet touching the cool light covered snow. It felt refreshing. I looked over the world and it was breath taking. Soft snow fell all over covering the world in its pureness. I sighed sweetly. "It truly is lovely" I smiled like I would to a lover and loved the warmth it sent throughout my body. The beautiful man watched me, a small smile placed on his lips, but his eyes had a mysterious glint. "I know" I turned to him and smiled back. I walked backwards for a bit and twirled around slowly. I noticed a small piano not far from me. Excited I walked towards it and sat in front of it. "It has been a while, I wonder, will I be able to play?" I said to myself. I heard a melody play and my hands moved on its own. I began to play the dramatic piece to a soft melody. Near the end a little girl who reminded me of myself, clapped enthusicately. "Wondeful! Wonderful!"  I smiled at her and thanked her. I got up and patted her head. We smiled at eachother. I looked back up and the beautiful man stood at the same place as before not moving. He stared at me with an almost sullen look. He reached his hand out towards me "Come, It is time for rest" I smiled at him and left the young girl behind and hurriedly walked to him. I grabbed his hands and they felt a tiny bit warm. "Alright" and he walked me back to the beds.

The girl is dying. She had a severe fever. Her only mother had watched over her but had died from her own sickness. She was sent to the hospital with no family watching her. At the brink of her death, Death came to her and she had travelled through her most valued memories. She had viewed the women on the hospital bed as her mother without realizing it was herself. The damp towel on the bed was the towel her mother put on her forehead to cool her fever down. The piano was her passion and the little girl was the younger her when she first discovered piano. The rest that she must take was her death. The snow was her lover.

It's eerie, right? What do you say about this?