I don’t know what’s going on.
When it happened for the first time, I wasn’t worried. I went about my day. I paid it no mind.
When it happened for the second time, I was curious. I’d never believed dreams could have meaning; not until now at least. I brushed it off as a strange coincidence and moved on.
When it happened for the third time, I was annoyed. I was used to nightmares, yes, but this n...
