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I was completely bored out of my mind at the meetings. They ran for five hours, drawing me closer and closer each time to plucking out my eyeballs in sheer boredom. I thought back to the dream, even though I really didn’t want to. I had to try and think about why it was so vivid, so real.
I resorted to doing what I had for so many years as a kid. The legal pad and pen in front of me hadn’t been touched by me in years. I felt like I was 15 again as I began pretending to listen, writing everything on my mind. I wrote everything that came to me from the dream. Beginning to end. From the moment I met this female voice, I still hadn’t seen her face or found her name, until the moment I killed myself, a single bullet through my temple.
I luckily finished just as the man, Robert, finished reading the contracts. Our lawyers stood close by, nodding almost enthusiastically at the requests and pay and everything else that went into our contracts. I honestly couldn’t tell you what any one of them were about.
“What do you say gentlemen?” Robert asked, sliding an official copy in Kevin’s direction, then to the rest of us.
“Mr. Grayson, consider yourself to have a deal,” Kevin replied in his usual “smooth” manner.
I took that as a go on signing the contracts handed to me. If Kevin agreed, then we all agreed. Before signing, I looked over at Brian who was signing his contract immediately. The others were all doing the same. I picked up my pen again and slathered my name on all the x’s. I dotted the I’s and crossed the t’s some would say.
It always was amazing to me that a little piece of paper could hold so many places for signatures and initials and we had 30 pages to go through. Luckily, everywhere they needed my signature, there was an x and a highlighted line. I thought my hand was going to fall off by the time I got to the last page. I handed my contract to Robert and he scooped them all up and placed them into his briefcase.
“It’ll be a pleasure working with you guys,” he said shaking each one of our hands.
After Mr. Grayson left the room, AJ spoke up. “Man, guys, I’m hungry. All these autographs really dug up an appetite.”
It was good to see that nothing in AJ had changed. Unfortunately, something inside of me kept me reserved, almost shy to go around him. I was afraid of hurting him. Even thought it was just a dream, I was scared it wasn’t in some way. Like a psychic vision. It was the most real dream I had ever experienced.
We decided to go to a restaurant to celebrate, Kevin chose, like usual and we all got into his Escalade and headed to the Italian place he knew up the street.
Once we were in the truck, I looked over what I had written. It came out as a story. Maybe it was just some whack job fan fiction I had read online in my younger years. It was so vivid, so familiar. It amazed me that I could write something that well, but I guess, when you have a good imagination, you can do anything artistic. I guess it didn’t hurt that I felt like it all happened yesterday.
“What’s that?” Brian asked, looking over my shoulder onto the yellow piece of paper. Brian always tried, even though everything was so different now, to be my best friend. He climbed over the seat like a child and sat in the empty one beside me, leaving AJ by himself in the back seat.
I handed him the pad of paper and he quickly read over the pages of handwriting. Good thing Kevin’s restaurant down the street was actually in a northern suburb of Los Angeles.
“What is that Nick?” Brian asked, concern written across his face. It was too detailed, to plotted, for him. He was actually alarmed that I might be plotting something against AJ.
“It was a dream. It was so real, so… I don’t know. I just can’t shake it. It’s almost as if I’m being warned that this is going to happen or something.”
“A premonition,” he replied quickly. The all knowing Brian comes up with something that only happens on Charmed.
“Man, do I look like Alyssa Milano? I don’t get premonitions.” I gave him a funny look, causing him to laugh.
“No, no. A premonition is just kind of a sixth sense. It’s just a warning of something that’s going to happen. It’s not a witchcraft thing.”
“Well, what do I do to stop this from happening?” I asked, eager to learn what Brian had to say about this topic. I always did have a deep longing to be him. I always looked up to him, from the time we met. Now wasn’t any different. He seemed to know everything.
“Just do the opposite of everything you do here,” he replied, tapping the paper. “But it was probably just one of those weird dreams that sticks with you.” He passed it off so quickly. Maybe I should, too. Maybe it was just a dream that is stuck in my head because it was so nightmarish.
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