Chapter 21
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“Good night Zac.” I smiled back up at him. Yes he made me nervous sometimes but It was wonderful to have someone around I could laugh and play around with. He drifted out of the room and I shut my light off, but couldn’t sleep. I sort of lied about not looking stuff up about him. I actually wanted to look up precognitive dreams. I only looked through a little bit of the journal, but it looked very much like he was getting visions of the future. How he didn’t realize it at the time I didn’t know, but I suppose in the moment, you wouldn’t think much of it.
Even when I was taking a shower, I left the water running so I had a safe spot to look at the pictures of me that Zac had drawn. He really was an amazing artist, and the fact he dreamed of me moving into his old house was rather strange. I wanted to know more about this phenomenon. Also, I was working on the pictures I found of him, trying to fix them up. I supposed in the morning I would try to keep going on them, and look more at the journal. I eventually fell asleep, though it felt like I laid there forever, my mind spinning with questions.
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As soon as I woke up, I started to quietly fix some pictures, for maybe an hour or so. They were coming along good, but it was hard to adjust the noise of some of the images. The color was really off too. But I could see that Zac was even more handsome than I realized. I pulled up an internet search of precognitive dreams.
Precognition and Superstitions
Psychological Conditions and Illnesses
Fools and Beliefs
Precognition and Supernatural Unrecognized By Scientific Community
Supernatural Occurrences Coincidence as Opposed to Fate
I shut my laptop. Researching something not actually proven was damn near impossible. People didn’t seem to believe what they didn’t understand. Seriously what are the chances of Zac knowing exactly what I looked like and how mom and I moved in?! I grabbed the notebook and slowly flipped through. I paused on an entry and started reading.
I had a really bad nightmare last night. It was like I could feel everything. The house down the street was burning, and I think I ran in. I don’t really know what happened, but I remember being forced down to the ground, and I couldn’t move, and it was really hot. I couldn’t even scream because of the smoke, and I passed out. But then I was in the hospital, and I saw myself. It was awful. I was wrapped up in a lot of gauze, and there were machines hooked up to me. My parents were by me, crying. I thought to myself, “I’m not going to make it. It’s too much, just let me go.” I woke up in tears. I hope I never dream something like that again.
I flipped the page just as a knock on the door came. “Vera? Hey, can I come in?” Zac’s voice called. I didn’t answer, as I could only stare at the pictures he had drawn of himself hooked up to a ventilator, covered in bandages and some burns peeking out here and there. I covered my mouth and couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. He had seen his own death, and didn’t know it was really going to happen.
