“It happened. Lopez is dead”, Derek said, staring at the hooded man in front of him again. This time, he knew he was dreaming. “Just the same way I dreamt about it”
“I know that”, the hooded man replied. “And I told you it’s not a dream. It’s foresight”
“Foresight… only happens when I’m sleeping”, Derek muttered and looked around again. Everything was so real. He placed a hand on the round table and felt the cold glass. “This is one of those things they call lucid dreams. I thought it was sci-fi”
“What are your questions?”, the hooded man asked. “That’s why we are here”
“Really? I don’t even know how I got here”, Derek said. “Every time I close my eyes to sleep, I wake up here or in the middle of a crossfire, listening to some metaphoric talk that eventually makes sense in the real wor
