Mar's pov
Jon and I were hanging out by the bleachers one day and I couldn't help myself. I had to ask
"So, did you ever have those moments of doubt as a kid, or even dreams about reality being different, or this all being a dream? Weird question, I know, but what can I say? I like weird."
He let out a soft chuckle and smiled
"Actually, it's not so weird. And I like weird too. To answer your question, I have been having these weird dreams on and off through the years. There are slight variations, but the gist of it is always the same. Don't see me as a bad guy, I love Jordan to death, but for some reason, I'm always an only child in these dreams. It's weird. I'm also always very young, a few months if not younger. It's always the same story line in the dream, same setting. A futuristic looking area, this bald guy with a booming, vibrating voice trying to say something, and keeps getting interrupted by me crying. I can never hear or understand what he's trying to say in the dream. Never. And I've had it over ten times through the years. Then while I'm crying in my Dad's arms, he tries to get me to stop to hear this person, to no avail. Passes me to his cousin, who I call my Aunt, the one from National City; and it's just this game of hot potato until I stop, and everyone seems to be shocked at who got me to stop. But I only recognize my parents and aunt, Aand I know Jrdan should be there but he isn't, and no one else seems fazed by him missing in the dream. The only things I can sort of recall the guy saying, sort of, so don't quote me on this, is 'across space and time', 'seven beings' and 'great will'. Weird , right?"
Despite my nervousness at his revelation, I managed a quick smile
"Totally. Dreams can be weird, though. You said you've had it a lot?"
He nodded
"Over and over. I've tried to find a pattern, something that makes me have it, and all I've ever realized is that it's either on January 14th, or the 13th or the 15th. Some years, all three. I don't talk about it much because it's creepy and weird; plus, my parents have enough to worry about with Jordan. Besides, as real as it may seem, it's just a dream."
I felt myself nod in agreement, but my thoughts were miles away. How could he be remembering this? I had to talk to my father, as this could mean his prediction would be coming true, and much earlier than he anticipated.
