As the men carry me into a quiet room, I try and recall the events of the day. I remember no dream about such an event as is ocurring now.
Why do I dream of such mishaps for other people and not about my own physical well being. My mother's death affects me, but what new horror will unfold now ?
They put me in a reclining chair and strap my arms and legs to it. I am still in a trance about what has happenned, what is happenning. They talk in hushed tones, I don't try to eavesdrop. Suddenly everyone leaves the room.
The wall in front of me is blank, stark white, almost stretching out forever. A faint fragrance appears and I see the next glimpse of future events. Am I dreaming ? My eyes are open and I want to sleep. But I see a movie inside my head and I can't close my eyes, fearing it will stop the flow of cosmic conscioussness.
I wake up in my bedroom, covered in sweat. The windows are shut and I can't recall my dream. I should know, I could stop it. What if like all other dreams it has materialized into reality ? No! I can sense the chance to stop it. It is going to change history; why can't I remember my dream ? This curse has lifted and I want it back.
The phone rings. The man speaks in slow cold words. "Have you been to a special building today ? I need to speak to you. Can I come over ?"
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