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The night Greyson turned 18, his mother held him at gunpoint because he didn't have enough money to buy enough groceries to her liking.

He eventually got her a bit sobered up and tucked into bed, only after taking her bottle of whiskey and hiding it in the back of his dresser.

He had no idea how she had managed to get her hands on the small handgun, but he hid that as well, under the carpet in his roomF and under the loose floorboards.

He didn't sleep until 2 am that night, and it was the first time he had ever dreamed.

He had always wondered why he never had dreams, as his mother never told him that he could see his soulmate's life through his dreams whenever he turned 18.

That first night, he saw the beautiful marble staircase of Benny's house.

Benny was climbing the stairs quickly, with a pile of snacks stacked high in his arms.

Greyson was silently shocked with the sheer size of the house; he had never seen anything so big and beautiful.

The rest of Benny's night was boring, he was merely binge watching his favorite show on Netflix and eating too much junk food.

Greyson, however, was having the night of his life, living through Benny's eyes.

He was all too sad when his vision went black, and he soon realized that the dream must have been over.

Greyson had no idea what had just happened: if it was a figment of his imagination, or if he had been really seeing the life of someone else in his dream.

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