The First Dream

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I woke from my dream, sitting bolt up right in my bed. Sweat covered my forehead and all I could see were my shaking hands in front of me.
Calming my breath, I leant over the side of my bed, my hands searching around in the dark. Finally I wrapped my hand around a shoebox. Inside was my dream journal and scraps of paper with names scribbled on them.
I opened the journal and with urgency wrote down the name "Sam Winchester".


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