Nightmares.

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Jeoffrey is a Man !!! He is proud ! Very proud, but exhausted as well. He has just returned from celebrating his birthday with some friends..18 years old , he can drive, he can have a girl , he can travel over the seas, he can live alone ...But now all he wants to do is to lay in his bed.
That's what he did, after throwing his shoes by the door of his new flat.
Jeoffrey's POV
Maaaaaaaaan !!! I feel like I've been hit by a truck!! Better go to bed !!!
I woke up in a forest . What the hell!
I rose on my feet and started walking .Am I dreaming ?? Naaaaaah !!! This seems a lot like reality . I pinched myself and I felt the pain. Jeez !! Why do they keep giving those silly ideas in movies ??? Pinching myself ? Seriously ?
I was walking and a guy showed from behind a tree, dunno how . I stared at him and so did he. He approached me and took my hand .
_ Hey dude !! what are you doing ?? Or should I ask ....WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ?????!!!
He just looked at me with his empty eyes. He took the palm of my hand and started writing something in there with his fingers.
Wait isn't this dream a bit too long???
_ Hey freaky boy, what are you...
I didn't finish my sentence and he left my hand just like this . He turned his back and walked away .
I looked at my hand. He wrote a....22.
After seeing this freaky number, I woke up in my bed. Obviously I was dreaming. My phone showed the time: 02:22 AM. Heck and my head is bruised because of those nightmares......THIS nightmare, with the same guy, the same number and the same forest. I've been having the same odd nightmare for a whole week. Some of my friends said it was the stress, others talked about me being impatient to become a legal grown-up. And I was like WTH !!!!
Whatever it is, I should know it because it's seriously starting to piss me off.
I stood up. I wanted to go to the bathroom to wash my face. So I did. After washing my face I just happened to notice the palm of my hand. And there I stood, stunned like hell. It was written there in my hand , just like I've seen in my nightmares. The number 22 .

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