Fast Forward

Nothing happened that day.  Or the next.  Sure the, it was all over the news.  Mysterious noises heard across city.  People were interviewed.  Theories were made.  Aliens, the government, foreigners, terrorists!  No body had any fucking clue.  I watched the news, I read the articles, I lurked on the online communities that talked and speculated about the event.  I wasn’t interested in what people thought it was, or even if anyone else had encounters with anything unusual.  I was searching, filtering through all the pointless bullshit, looking anyone who had a dream like me.  But I found no one.  Nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  If anyone had a dream like I did, they weren’t sharing.  Not that I was sharing either.  So I wasn’t surprised, but I didn’t stop me from looking.

I told a handful of my close friends about that day, but never mentioned the dream.  But that dream, no, nightmare, changed me.  The day after my friend even commented, saying I looked different somehow.  She couldn’t put her finger on how, but I was.  Everyone else I ran into after that morning at some point said the same thing.  At first I didn’t know what they was talking about. I felt the same besides being incredibly uneasy and disturbed by the nightmare.  But as timed progressed, days turned in months, and months into years, I could tell something was off about me.  It was nothing major but it compounded over the years.  Surprisingly, the changes were not all bad, a double edge sword if you will. My life would remain uneventful until 7 years later…

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