It was happening in front of him again. Night after night he watched through his dream eyes and see it. Fragments at first, then full eye pictures. Someone being dragged. A woman screaming. Looking up to see a man. Blackness. Another scream. Looking up again to see the man now with a gun. Blackness.. then the gun goes off..

"Do you believe in fate, boy!"

Dennis sits up in his bed soaked in sweat just as thunder claps loudly outside. Breathing heavily his wife sits up with him.

"Honey," she asks and begins rubbing his back. "You ok?"

"No," he says reaching for the night stand and grabbing his asthma inhaler. He shakes it several times before taking and inhale while she rubs his back.

"It's ok. Just try to breathe deep," she says to him calmly. After a few minutes he begins breathing normally. "Was it that dream again?"

"Yeah," he says. "I need some water," he says getting up. Walking into their bathroom he turns on the faucet and quickly drinks a glass of water. "These dreams are getting worse, Tonya," he says looking into the mirror. She gets out of bed and comes in the bathroom.

"You're stressing yourself over nothing," she says standing beside him looking at him in the mirror.

"If you could see what I see, you might understand," he says almost sadly. "It's like I don't want to sleep anymore. Even the pills the doctor gives me don't work."

"You have an appointment with him in the morning," she says to him as he turns to her. "Let him know we might have to try something else."

"Electro shock might be a touch much," he says and they both crack a smile. The two lock arms and go back to bed, but Dennis doesn't go back to sleep. The next day he drives to the city and parks. Finding this spot to his doctors office was a miracle seeing how bad parking was. As he walks he notices footsteps behind him. After a few steps he stops, and the foot steps stop too. He quickly turns to see nothing there. But who was it behind him? They couldn't have ducked away that quickly.. could they? His steps quicken up the slight hills leading to the front door of Dr. Walker's office, without the return of the footsteps.

"Dennis," the doctor says happily. "Right on time."

"Doc, I think someone's following me," he says nervously. Dr. Walker puts his arm around his shoulder turning him around.

"Now, now.." he says, "we can talk about it back here." They walk back to the doctor's main office and Dennis slumps in the chair. "Now, what were you saying?"

"I think someone's following

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