I couldn't sleep that night at all. I was both terrified and amazed. Was it real?, did he really talk to me. The dream was crystal clear, that guy really seemed angry and frustrated but... I didn't know why. Was I the reason? No, that couldn't be. It's stupid to think that way. The whole night I kept remembering that guy's face. Who could he be?, he was not one of my friends, neither I ever saw him at school nor in the neighborhood, did he appear in some kind of movies? Maybe he was an actor...
I was going crazy in figuring out his identity but nothing was coming to my mind, I got up from my bed, went to the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water , took a chair and sat beside a window. I unlocked the window lock and opened its panels, suddenly the fresh gust of wind fell on my face, it was as if it carried away my stress along with its cold and swift movement. I closed my eyes and felt the fresh breeze.
A moment after, as I opened the eyes and I saw a dark apparition standing just few yards away from my house, my heart was beating faster, was it the same shadow I saw in my dream, did it somehow found a way to come out...it couldn't be that guy... I tried to have a closer look therefore I went outside, searching for the surreal shadow, I looked behind the shades, under the garden table, inside the storehouse...there was nothing...i felt a dejavu.. as if I was doing the same thing twice. I was feeling the same enthusiasm which I had when I was a child. the joy of solving a mystery, the ecstasy, those feelings.. they were all coming back and in the midst of all a thought struck me, the storehouse..it was not supposed to be there. My mother had it removed when I was in elementary school. I walked back to the storehouse but I stumbled upon something, it was the same cat with emerald eyes. Was it the one standing in the yard?. I bent down and took a close look at the creature. Where did it come from? no one in the neighborhood owned a cat and it didn't look like a stray. Did someone abandon it?
Do you have a name? I asked and all it could say was a single "meow" with a low pitch voice. I looked for a collar plate or some sign that could have shown it belonged to someone. I was so engrossed in the cat that I totally forgot about the storehouse.
I sensed that the weather was changing, such a strong gust of wind blew therefore I picked up the cat and went towards the house. I kept walking towards it but I didn't seem to move from my current position. "What's going on?! I screamed, " MOTHER!" "MOTHER!", the wind kept blowing strongly, it felt as if the world was approaching it's end. I couldn't held on anymore. "WHY ARE YOU NOT COMMUNICATING?" a stranger's voice echoed. "WHY ARE YOU NOT COMMUNICATING?". I looked around the garden but all I could see was a huge storm of dust engulfing me . "WHY ARE YOU NOT COMMUNICATING" and I suddenly looked down, and to my horror it was the cat.
"Wha....". In a flash the scenario changed, I was back in my bed, looking straight at the ceiling. "Another dream?" I said, but for the first time in my 18 years of life I had a different vision....