Dakota really didn't know what to think of the dream.

It was just a dream, but it felt real.

Not like a lucid dream, but...

Eh, he didn't know how to explain it.

It didn't matter, however.

All that mattered was that it made him feel better than he had in months.

He could eat, and bathe, and do things that he liked.

All thanks to that drea-

Cole

What?

Flashes of the ending of his dream, the boy with the raggedy clothes and floppy hat.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and sickly pale skin.

Cole.

That boy's name is Cole.

Dakota shook those thoughts off, with the faint knowledge that they would return again.

Cole would return again.