You and Dallas didn't even know each other. You were a soc. New in town, just came in from [insert city here]. However, both of you had been having dreams of each other. Both of you talked about each other constantly. The scene was always the same. The music was always the same. The situation, the lighting, the smell, and even the weather were always the same.

The scene was always at a bar. He was by the pool table every time. Elvis Presley's voice rang through the place, Can't Help Falling In Love, every time. You always ended up talking to him after your friends left to go somewhere else (without telling you). The lighting was dim, and the smell of alcohol was persistent and strong. The weather was always rainy. And there was always the soft tapping of rain on the window, the chatter of people on the background, the music, and the sound of the door opening and closing every now and then.

The dream always ended before you found out each other's name.

Then it happened. The strange sense of Deja Vu that hit you the entire day until finally there you were, in that bar, by yourself... everything was the same. And then you locked eyes.

You walked over.

"I know you..." Both of you whisper.