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strange?” Bethany asked.
    “They're so real and vivid, and I just wonder why I keep having them and what it all means. I mean it’s the same every night.” I watched for her expression, and again there wasn’t one. Bethany was like a closed book.
    “Tell me about it,” Bethany said, in a flat tone.

    I took a deep breath, and kept folding and unfolding, and refolding my paper napkin. “Yeah … um the dream is the same but it lengthens and gets scarier each night.”
    Bethany looked pokerfaced, but urged me to finish. “Go on.”
    “I’m with this boy, and we’re madly in love and everything, our feelings for each other are genuine, and intense. We’re strolling through the forest surrounding these mountains.” I said, motioning to the cafeteria windows where the Sierra mountain range was visible. “Suddenly these huge, vicious, and ravenous wolves start chasing us, and then they turn back into human beings when they’re killed.” I explained in a hushed tone so that only Bethany could hear me. She listened intently, and stared at me, narrowing her eyes slightly at the mention of the idea of werewolves.
    “The boy’s face is kind of shadowed in the darkness, but his features become clearer each night as if the moon is shining brighter. But the dream also becomes deadlier each night. I barely survive in it.” I pause for a second to catch my breath. Bethany is staring at me and sitting sort of frozen but I know she’s listening. “Evan, that’s the boy’s name in my dream, fights off these savage wolves with his super human strength. His strength is equivalent to a super hero’s or… something.” I had swarming bees in my stomach and chuckled at how ridiculous I must sound saying this out loud. “Last night while I dreamt, I fell out of one of the pine trees. While I was falling, I got hit and cut by the branches. This morning I woke up with this.”
    My eyes searched the entire cafeteria for a pair of eyes staring back at me, but were met only by Bethany’s blue ones. No one seemed to be listening to us. All the other students appeared to be engrossed in their own conversations. I felt the blood rushing back into my cheeks as I unbuttoned the cuff of my sleeve, and pulled it up as far as my elbow. Again, I took one last look around the room, and then I removed my poorly applied bandage.
    A loud gasp caught the attention of a few students, but after a second or two and a few odd glares, they found something more interesting to gawk at. The gasp had come from me. Bethany shifted her eyes from mine and stared at my forearm. She stared for a long moment as if waiting for the cut to appear, but it was gone.
    My stomach did flips and my heart was crashing against my ribcage as Bethany met my gaze again, looking even more perplexed than before.
    Neither one of us spoke for a few seconds.
    “I’m not crazy.” I said. “I had a deep scar right here.” I pointed to where my gash had been as I battled the urge to wail.
    Bethany cleared her throat, and then said in an even tone, “What did you say the boy’s name was?” She asked very slowly as if I was a five year old and she didn’t want to confuse me.
    “His name is Evan. I mean I.... uh... called him Evan in the dream.” Her face became ashen, and I wondered why this piece of information mattered to her. Bethany looked as if she had seen the waking of the dead. All of a sudden, she pushed her chair back, stood up and sprinted out of the cafeteria.
    Had I scared her so badly that she couldn’t bear to be around me?
    Oh God. I jumped up and ran after her. I needed her to understand that I wasn’t losing my mind, that these things really did happen, and that she didn’t have to be afraid of me. By the time I reached the double doors of the cafeteria, and stepped out into the corridor, she was gone. I let the doors close behind me. How could she have made it down the hall so fast? The hallway was vacant. Not a sound could be heard but the low