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Why had I dreamt about him so clearly, when I hadnβt seen him in three years? It made no sense. But I knew my mind was trying to tell me something, as it always is. The dreams are always strange messages, sometimes potentially dangerous, others light and almost comical. The boy I had seen in my mind was one I had left three years ago with the intention of never seeing again. Now I knew better. If it were up to me, the unspeakable Jason Lance would stay in the past. But it seemed the dreams had
Its dark, too dark and cold. I lie on bed deciding weather I should sleep or not. I decide positive and close my eyes. Images of blood on a white wall and a girl dead on the ground that looks too much like me start to run through my head. I open my eyes immediately and start stearing at the darkness once again. Is over a week that the nightmare keeps coming over and over every night taking from me the possibility of sleeping. I start thinking about the possibility of the dream to be some sort