I woke up, knowing something was wrong. Even though I had a perfectly good dream, I woke up before the dream could end. Looking at the clock next to my bed, I saw the time was four in the morning. I didn�t know how I had sensed it, but something was troubling Jesse. I decided to call his cell phone and see if he was awake, if he wasn�t, I would be wrong. If he was, I would be right. I waited patiently in the dim darkness and turned my music down. After five rings, Jesse answered his cell phone in a very awake voice.

�Hello?� He asked sounding terribly frightened.

�Hi, are you okay?� I asked questioningly. I waited for my answer, as I could hear Jesse breathing nervously.

�Yeah, are you okay?� Even though I could tell he was nervous, I knew that he was okay.

�Yeah, is something the matter?� I asked, hoping to reassure myself that nothing was wrong.

�Well, I had a bad dream, a night mare to be exact. You were in it.� He explained. I became excited. Jesse had a suspenseful dream with me in it. I wondered what happened. Jesse continued, �It didn�t end very good.� My excitement disappeared momentarily. I asked, �How did it end?� Fear came to his voice as he explained the dream to me, in the end he slowed to a stop. I could tell it couldn�t be good. He finished before I could say anything, �You�you died in the end.�