"Finneas!" I yell, running to him down the hall of the school.
"Yes?" He answers.
"I had two of these weird dreams again..."
"What were they about?"
"One of them I was floating bent back and the other one I was in this white room like the hostage dream I had."
"Hm.. weird."
"I'm kind of scared to go to sleep."
"Don't be worried if you have one I'll be there."
"Thanks."
"No proplemo."
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