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out of a fairytale book. I imagine a dragon living in the woods and trolls down by the pasture.  
    As I am searching around, I spot two men out by the edge of the woods. In the woods a girl is laying down. I can barely make them out since I am too far away to fully grasp what's going on.
    My legs start walking towards the woods without me driving them. Something out there is calling to me like I'm supposed to be out there. I take the stairs two steps at a time hoping to make it to the group quick.  
    As I get closer to the scene, voices and screaming emerge. The screaming seems to come from the woman on the ground. A bloodcurdling scream erupts from her small frame that makes the two men rush to her side. I rush over as well but nobody sees me. The blonde man cradles her head as the dark man holds her hands. The screaming stops, the air becomes still, the woods become far too quiet.  
    Once I get close enough to eavesdrop on them, I stop and listen. I can't clearly make out what they are saying but I catch the main idea. The blonde man is definitely furious at the black haired man.  
    I recognize the black haired man from last night—green eyes. He is just as beautiful now, just sadder. The other man's face is hidden from me.  
    The girl lay limp. She looks to be asleep, maybe dead. I'm so shocked by this whole thing—I am frozen in place.  
    Tears well at the edges of my vision but I hold them in, not knowing how to react. I want to go over and comfort green eyes but I can't move. Bile rises up the back of my throat and I almost give in to the terror.  
    The blonde man drops to his knees and starts sobbing uncontrollably. My heart breaks because I've never seen a grown man cry before. I mean in movies, sure but never like this. The dark haired man just stands rooted in the same spot.  
    The blonde swears, gets off his knees and punches black-hair in the face. He just takes the hit refusing to move. The blonde is still sobbing but he turns to where I stand.  
    Ollie.  
    He starts walking towards me and I lunge for him wanting to hug him and make him feel better. As my arms close around his neck the falling sensation swirls in my stomach. The edges of my vision start to blur and I know blackness will take over soon. This dream will be over in a matter of seconds. I don't even scream since I know what's coming.

    I open my eyes and am back in the basement with Ollie. Junior is missing—he's not on the drums anymore. I panic for a second thinking I'm alone but then my gaze meets with Ollie's. He's sitting in the same exact spot as before my vision. The only difference is his guitar lay boxed up on the floor. He probably thought I hated his music since I passed out during the performance.  
    "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to fall asleep." I apologize to him fixing my hair as I sit up in my seat in an attempt to compose myself. I try to act attentive even though all I can think about is the damn dream. I keep seeing the weirdest stuff.  
    "What were you dreaming of?" He asks me coming over to sit by my side. I ruined whatever flirting I've done thus far and now he's going to hate me.  
    "I'm not sure to be honest. It was pretty weird. You were there though." I say hoping to reassure him. I lean back against the couch recalling the bizarre dream.  
    "I was?" He asks a smile playing across his face. His mood seems brightened and I feel awful because the dream wasn't good. He's going to think I'm crazy if I tell him.  
    "Yes." I smile but it doesn't even come close to reaching my eyes. He picks up on my hesitance. Brushing his finger along my jaw pausing it near my lips. "It wasn't a happy dream." I confess him fighting the urge to cry.  
    "Tell me what happened." He asks taking my hand in his before giving it a reassuring squeeze urging me to continue. I want to tell him about the dream. Maybe he'll understand.  
    "A girl died and you were crying over her. It was at this castle." The look on his face tells me it