I open my eyes...

....at last....

I look around and see that I'm at my house in Texas. I see my parents packing up. I thought we already moved?

I sit up and relize I'm on the couch, I look around expecting Max, but no. They don't notice I woke up until I trip over air. They told me I passed out cause I was working too hard.

I tell them about my dream, and they look at me as if I was crazy. But, I really can't blame them. I killed them, well, I think I did, in my dream anyways.

After we pack everything in the car, we get in and drive. I guess I might see Max...

We get out at a reststop a few hours later, and it's the same one I saw Max at. I look around, curious, but find nothing. After a while we get back in the car and then I see a lady walking her dog, a little yorkie. Max.

I then start to think, did I take Max from his home? His family?

As I wonder about it, my parents tell me we're off again. Yay...

After what feels like forever, we make  it to our new home. It looks exactly like the one in my dream. Spooky, I look over at the neighbors. A cool motercycle, Justin's bike in my dream...

Why dream why!

Then I try to think why I'm dreaming the furture. I wonder if I am a fortune teller or if I'm crazy. Then as I think more and more about it.

It all started.

With...

The move...