He saw the future when he slept but when he woke the detail of his dreams turned to steam and slipped through his grasping fingers.
He would search out the subjects of his prophetic visions to try and warn them of what he knew but never had success.
“I had the strangest dream and I think it was about you,” he would begin. “It was raining or we were in the pool, I’m not sure, does your name start with T? There was a very low doorway.”
No one cares about other people’s dreams, real or imaginary, so he was unable to communicate his prognostications. To many he was just another crazy person.
But that is when They came calling.
They recruited him. They are responsible for every wrong, They killed Kennedy, They faked the Moon landing, They are probably hitting on your girlfriend right now.
You ask anyone who did it, “They did!” will be the reply. They took the bad news from his dreams and made it happen.
Which is why when you open the paper it seems like the nightmares of a madman.
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