The Red Thread

 We were taught not to believe in fate, and to be honest, I prefer this way. The idea of fate gives me the impression that we don’t have a choice and that everything is defined. In physics, before the quantum theory, we believed that the universe's laws were deterministic. But quantum theory brought a probabilistic component to nature`s behavior. This theory gives me hope that maybe we have free choice. 
 However, some people seem to be connected especially. In some Asian cultures, there is a belief that some people destined to stay together are connected by a red thread that never breaks. These people will always love each other and one day be together; It doesn’t matter what time or distance. Although this myth involves some fate, it doesn’t totally remove free will, making it beautiful. I think most humans choose the wrong partners until finding a good one. Some of us can never find the right person. It would be nice if this legend was true, that it was sure that true lovers always find their way back to one another. 
 Can you remember that dream that I had repeatedly before re-encountering you? Some nights ago, I had another dream, but this was different. I didn’t lose you as in the previous one. But I was waiting for you. I was a kid and was in a dance contest. I was in a big and well-illuminated hall with a brilliant floor. I danced with different partners at each stage. But I knew we should dance together in the finals and was waiting for it. There was a red string in my fist. I was sure that you were on the other end. But you didn’t appear at the final stage. I panicked and started looking for you. Then I realized it was a dream and tried to take control of it; I tried to make you appear to me, but it wasn’t working. Then I decided to leave and look for you outside. It was dark, maybe night, and it was crowded with people. I called for you, but you were not there. Then I felt that I was going to wake up. I felt sad and found myself sitting in a small and dark room. The door was open, and I could see lots of people in the outside. Then, someone with a face covered by a hood entered the room and hugged me tight, taking me out of that room. I felt safe with that hug. When I saw that person's face, I believed it was you. I'm not sure, but I thought it was you. Then, I woke up peacefully. 
 I don’t know if you were the one who rescued me in my dream, but if so, thank you. Maybe it was not you; probably, it was only neural connections in my brain that created all this stuff. But we still don’t know what dreams are. Then, I like to keep my mind open.

 I understood that, possibly, we can't bring whoever we want to our lucid dreams. I tried to bring you as in a magic trick, but it was impossible. You just came to me when I lost control of my dream completely. Anyway, I hope to see you in my dreams more often.