~* I find myself again in that strange corridor without any doors around and unable to see the end of it.

'Come on, not this again. It is getting ridiculous. This gotta be a dream.' I thought to myself.

Okay, that is new. The other times I never had thought of this being a dream and I wondered if that's what people call lucid dreaming.

'I better get moving and find that dammed door so I can get out of here.' I thought and started walking again.

After a long time I saw Danielle again. She was sitting on the floor but she wasn't crying this time.

“Hello Danielle.” I greeted her.

“Hi Dan. It is nice to see you again. At least this time you remembered my name.”

“I remembered it from the last time I was here.”

“I know.”

“This is a dream, isn't it?”

“Yes, Dan. This is a dream.”

“But why do I know this is a dream? I never knew that before.”

“I'm not sure.”

“But you know something, don't you?”

“Yes, but I can't tell you that. You have to figure out yourself.”

“Is there ANYTHING you can tell me?”

“Just that it is starting.”

“What is starting?”

“Your journey to discover who you are.”

“But I know who I am.”

“Do you really? Don't you have any doubts about that? Don't you feel something is not quite right about your life?”

“Well... I'm not sure. I never really thought about that.”

“No, you did think about that. That is one of the reasons you forgot about me. I know you Dan, better than you know yourself.”

“How can you know?”

“This is a dream, remember? Everything you know, I know. Also I know things you don't remember or refuses to.”

“Let me guess, you can't tell me which things I don't remember, right?”

“You catch on quickly.” She said grinning.

“Okay. But there is anything you can tell me about the door? Why is so hard for me to open it?”

“I can't tell you much about it, and you still didn't open it because you are afraid of what is on the other side.”

“And what is on the other side.”

“I can't tell you that. All I can say is that the answers you seek are on the other side of it.”

“Grrrrr.... Are you always that cryptic?”

“I'm sorry Dan. If I could I would tell you. You are very important to me and there is nothing that I want more that you remember who I am, but I can't. To do that will serve no purpose. You need to figure it out yourself in order to find out who you really are.”

“But why do I keep dreaming about that dammed door every night?”

“Because you are getting ready to open it. The time for your awakening is approaching.”

“Awakening?”

“Yes, awakening as in removing the veil of your eyes and finally remember all the things you forgot.”

“Will I be able to open the door tonight?”

“I don't know.”

“But I do have to try, don't I?”

“If you wish to.”

“Did anyone tell you that talking to you can be very frustrating?”

“No, you are the only one I can talk to.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot this is a dream for a second. I better go try to open that door. This is getting out of hand. I want my regular dreams back.”

“Good luck with that Dan. I hope we can see each other again.”

“If I do open the door, will I be able to see you again?”

“More times than you can imagine.” She said smiling.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You will find out soon, Dan.”

“I better go, this talk is giving me a headache.”

“Good luck.”

“Bye Danielle.”

I turned around and kept walking towards the door. I looked back again to see if she would disappear like she did last night and when I looked back she wasn't there anymore.

'Okay, I really need to open that door. I can't take this much longer, I feel like I'm about to go insane.'

I kept walking towards the door and again like last night each step started to become harder to make than the previous one.

'It feels like something doesn't want me to open the door. But I have to do it.'

I kept walking slowly and after a long time I finally reached the door. I could feel a lot of things coming from it, some really bad things but also some extremely good ones things that I can't put on words yet because it is all overwhelming to me. It's like everything coming at once, confusing me and scaring the crap out of me.

I was about to reach for the doorknob when... ~*

The alarm started to scream at me again.

“Dammit, not again.” I said loudly as the alarm woke me up.

'This is ridiculous. Why the alarm has to wake me up every time at that point?' I thought.

'Why did I know I was dreaming this time? Maybe I will be able to open that door soon? I hope so.'

I decided to go on with my morning routine instead of writing the dream down as I felt I wouldn't forget this dream easily.

While having my morning shower I couldn't shake the feeling that Ashley and Steve know something about what is going on, but if they do, why aren't they telling me? They are my best friends and I trust them, but why can't I shake this feeling off? We grew up together and they were always there for me as I was always there for them. We don't have any secrets from each other. Maybe I am just being paranoid. That's it, I'm just being paranoid and my promise to Ashley probably had a bigger effect on me than I thought. Maybe I'm just scared that she might be able to pull it off and make me look like a girl. That's all there is, isn't it?

I went down to breakfast and mom was already there setting up the table.

“Good morning Dan. Did you sleep well?” She asked me.

“Morning, mom. Sort of. I keep having this really strange dream for the last few nights and it is really bugging me. Where is dad?”

“He left for work early today. Can you tell me about your dreams?”

“Sure, mom.” I said and started to tell her about the dreams and the things Danielle said. When I finished she had the same strange look Ashley and Steve had yesterday.

“Mom? Do you know something about those dreams?” I asked her

“N...no. Of course not.”

“So why do you have that look on your face?”

“What kind of look?”

“The look that you know something and are afraid to let is show.”

“I... I don't know anything, sweetie. It's just that it was a very strange dream and I was thinking about it, that's all.”

I sighed and said. “Okay mom. I know that if you knew something you would tell me. It's just that I'm getting tired of these dreams and I really want someone to know what the heck is going on so they can tell me. It is making me a little paranoid I think.”

“I'm sure you will find out sooner or later, after all they are your dreams. Maybe they are trying to tell you something and you are just afraid of what it might be.”

“I think you are right mom. The good old fear of the unknown, right?”

“I think so. Probably when your curiosity becomes stronger than the fear you will find out.”

“I hope so.” I said with a long sigh.

“Are you going to your friends house today?”

“Yes, right after breakfast.”

“I hope you have fun. Any big plans for today?”

“Not really. I think we will just hang out together and maybe study a little.”

(Megan) Dan's mom

Dan just left to see his friends when I collapsed to the floor and started to cry. I cried like I never did before.

'Oh my goddess. It is starting. I dreaded this moment for so long. She promised me that it wouldn't happen before his 18th birthday, but why is this happening now? Am I going to lose my son? I don't want to lose him. I love him so much. Please don't let me lose him.'

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