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You yawned heavily as you sat down on the desk in your office at New York's biggest advertising company. Just a second later your door flew back up to show your colleague Sharon with two cups of coffee in her hands "Good morning" Sharon was short, a little on the chubby side and had her shoulder long hair coloured in a bright red colour. "You are my rescue!" you called out as she handed you one of the cups. "Long night?" Her eyebrow raised questioningly as she sat down on the chair on the other side of your desk. "Not really" you took a deep gulp from your coffee "I slept through, but I recently have these weird dreams" "Weird dreams?"
Yes for a few weeks your dreams had changed. At first you had them just a few times but meanwhile they came on a daily bases. Where in the past only had been nonsense, they felt now more real. They were filled with a strange presence, that watched you. And those eyes. Always you saw those eyes. They were of a bright green colour that you never had seen on a human and they were so hypnotic.
"Hmmmm" Sharon pondered when you had finished you explanation "Do you think this has a deeper meaning" "I don't know" you sighed and emptied your cup "But was is this supposed to tell me? That someone follows me? Or that I should look out for a man with green eyes" "Why a man?" She asked jokingly "Maybe there's a woman out there waiting for you". You shot her an annoyed look, though it wasn't serious "No. This presence is powerful and rough. It feels more like a man" Sharon nodded in understanding, then thoughtfully took a sip of her coffee "Maybe you should ask a specialist" "A specialist for what" you asked confused "For stalking?" "No, for dreams. Someone who can interpret them. There has to be one in New York, I mean you can find everything here"
You weren't quite sure about this, never having been one to actually believe in such things but before you could reply anything your Boss stood in the door "Miss Brownsteen" he looked at Sharon, then his gaze wondered to you "Miss Stark. A long as you aren't brainstorming about the new project, I suggest you both stop tattling and go to work" "Sorry boss!" you both said in unison, then Sharon stood up and pushed passed him. With a small smile on his face, he shook his head, then closed your door.
"Well, then lets start" you told yourself and turned on your computer. You started by browsing the internet about any information about and older advertisements of the company that had hired you. But time and again your mind wandered back to the dreams that had been haunting your and suddenly you found yourself tipping "Dream interpreter New York City" in the internet browser. Suddenly your phone rang and startled you quickly closed the browser as if you had been caught doing something stupid. "Susan Stark?" you answered the phone only to be greeted by your cousin's way too cheery voice "Good morning, Sue!" "Tony" you sighed. You loved your cousin but right now you had too much in mind to deal with his childish nature. "Why so moody?" he asked and you literally could see him pouting, which caused you to smile just a little "Just a rough night" "Naughty girl" he chuckled and you rolled your eyes. There was no use in trying to convince him that you didn't mean it that way, he wouldn't listen anyway. Instead you changed the topic "So, why did you call?" "To remind you of my ball tonight"
