I am standing over a boy. I have never seen him in the Glade before, but I know that that is where we are. The boy is young, 12 or 13 years old. He is small and kinda chubby, with brown hair and blue eyes. The poor kid looks terrified, so I smile kindly at him. He seems to relax slightly and I crouch down next to him.
"Hey. I'm Echo. What's your name?" I ask him. As he opens his mouth to reply he starts to fade away. He disappears completely before I can hear his answer.
I stand up and look around to find myself in a different place. Now I am in the middle of the Glade. As I look around I see that the Doors have closed and the sun has set. Everyone is sitting at the picnic tables eating. It looks like a normal dinner in the Glade. Then I notice that the little terrified boy that I saw only moments ago. He was sitting alone. I am walking towards him to try and talk to him again when I hear Minho call my name. When I turn to look at him I see him laughing with Newt, Winston, and Zart. He waves me over to them and I find myself smiling too. I start walking over to them and then remember the kid. As I turn to look at him again everything starts fading away.

I open my eyes and I am in the Homestead. I look around to see that everyone is still asleep. I sit up and rub my face before slipping on my shoes and walking quickly out of the building. When I get outside I run my hand through my hair and take a deep breath. Then I take off at a run to the Deadheads. By the time I get to the Graveyard I am out of breath. Once I catch my breath I look up at the tree and jump to grab the lowest branch. After climbing high enough to see the whole Glade I stop and sit down. Then I watch the Glade in silence as everything within it sleeps. Who was that boy from my dream? The next Greenie? Why was he all alone? Why was he so young? How could the Creators send someone that young into the Glade? I shake my head. This is pointless. It was just a dream.
"What are you doing up there?" I hear a voice say from below me. I look down, but it is too dark for me to see who it is.
"Thinking." I tell him.
"Why would you do that? Thinking can be dangerous you know."
I roll my eyes. "Right."
"What are you thinking about?"
"A dream."
"A dream? What was it about?"
"A boy in the Glade."
"Which one?"
"None of them."
"That doesn't make any sense. You just said that you were dreaming about one of them."
"There was a little boy in the Glade, but he wasn't someone I have ever seen here before. I don't know who he was."
"Well there's no point in thinking about it all shuck morning."
"Yeah." I say absentmindedly. I see the sun beginning to rise over the east wall and completely forgot what I wanted to say. The sun rise is beautiful as it floods the Glade with morning light. Once it is over and the sun has made it completely over the wall I climb out of the tree and remember the boy I was talking to. I look around to find him, but there is no sign of him anywhere. I shake my head again and start walking back to the Homestead. When I get there I see Newt, Winston, and Zart. Minho is already running off into the Maze for the day. I sit down and smile at them.
"Are you not gonna eat any breakfast?" Newt asks me.
"I'm not hungry." I tell him. I have too much running through my head right now to be hungry.
"Alright, but I don't wanna hear you complaining when you get hungry later on. I am not giving you a break." Zart says.
"Yeah, yeah. I know." I say and then pause. Should I ask if one of them was the boy I talked to? It couldn't hurt to ask right? "Did any of you guys talk to me this morning?"
They all give me weird looks. "We're talking to you now. And it's morning." Zart says
"That's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?" Winston asks.
"Earlier I was in the Deadheads and there was this guy who what talking to me. It was too dark for me to see his face though, so I couldn't figure out who he was. He was gone by the time the sun came up."
"Why were you in the Deadheads?" Newt asks me.
"I had a weird dream."
"What was it about?" New asks. I look at him and shake my head.
"It doesn't matter." I say before I stand up and walk away.