"Can I tell you a secret?" he says in a hushed voice in the ill-illuminated room. "Spill," I smiled, thinking it was going to be something stupid like he peed his bed till he was six. Those were the kind of secrets we've been blurting out for the past thirty minutes as the tiredness of the late night got to us. "I'm Dream." he said in total seriousness, "Like the minecraft youtuber." I was quiet for a second before I laughed out loud.

Original Summary: a text sent to the wrong number. a conversation between two strangers. their lives changed forever, even if they don't know who's on the other side of the screen. will they ever find out? --- This is a reuploaded version of @ihaveajuicebox's Area Codes using web captures from Google Cache, Bing Cache, a lovely reading from @wattpadreader5685 on YT for some of the chapters google didn't cache (example, one!), and various other methods. Also, the last 11 or 12 chapters came from the original author herself, either via DM Or when the original was made public again in Spring 2024. I know there is and forever will be controversy surrounding Dream and related creators; however, this fic is fucking hilarious, so I am taking the time to make it available again. I will be uploading this in chunks because it takes so long to reformat everything. Please thank me, my fingers hurt. (I will also be officially archiving this on AO3 so it can be saved on the wayback machine)