Sitting up, it was as if I would never recover from the shock. "... that was... so weird…" I mumbled, feeling as if a truck had hit my body, and while I tried to process what I saw in my dreams as it slowly lost clarity in my head, my alarm started going off as if to make sure I was out of the dream.
"I know, I know…" I rubbed my head as I turned it off, "I can't believe I woke up before my alarm… argh, this can't be good... I have a bad feeling about today…"
I prepared like I usually would, forgetting about the dream and hoping that my gut feeling would go off as the day moved on. There was no way out of it, I couldn't just skip the day. The only thing left for me to do was act consequently: help him out one ot two times more so we can go back to how things were.
