Dawson stared at Felix till he went into class. He heard a rumor that Felix was calling the police because he had a dream about a monster. When Dawson heard that, he was surprised, but he believed Felix. The reason he believed him was that he had the same dream as Felix. He had the same ugly ram monster saying it would blow up the world, but Dawson never caused a scene because he always had dreams predicting the future. As a kid, he dreamt about his mom dying of heart failure; when she did, he was too sad to think anything about it and thought it was just a coincidence.

Dawson followed Felix around until the end of the day; he finally getting to him as he left the school building.

“Hey…. you,.” Dawson said, trying to remember Felix's name. Felix turned around, seeing him and stiffening up; Felix knew Dawson as the guy who beat people up for just being themself.

“Y-yes…?” Felix mumbled, not trying to provoke him.

“You had a dream about a monster, right?” Dawson questioned bluntly. 

Felix was so tired of people talking about it that he just wished it didn’t happen; he sighed and said, “I….” Felix found no point in hiding it now. “Yeah...I...I did...” He tried to rush away because he was expecting to get made fun of.

“Wait!” Dawson barked loudly, grabbing onto Felix's scratched wrist, causing it to reopen. Dawson gripped tightly as Felix winced quietly. Felix wanted to cry and scream at Dawson to let him go, but his voice betrayed him, and it didn’t come out. So to not cry and seem pathetic, Felix breathed in and out a couple of times.

“What do you need…?” Felix croaked out, snatching his wrist back so it wouldn’t bleed anymore. 

“God, you don’t need to cry about it. I’m trying to help you; I also had a… dream.” Dawson cleared his throat as he wiped his slightly bloody hand on his pant leg.

“A dream? L-like with a monster?” Felix said quietly, looking around for people who were staring at them. 

“Yeah,” Dawson said, looking directly into Felix's eyes. Felix nodded his head and waited for Dawson to say something else. When he didn’t, Felix awkwardly chuckled, “So.. Do you think it’s real…? Or… or am I the crazy one, haha….” 

“Well, I don’t think you're crazy because I think it’s real too.” Dawson shrugged. Felix smiled a little when Dawson said he didn’t think he was crazy.

“Why do you think it’s real?” Felix questioned. 

“I… always had dreams predicting the future, like about my mom or whatever,” Dawson muttered, hating the fact that he had to say this to a person he had just met.

“Really?” Felix said, genuinely curious.

“Yeah, ok! Now, what are we going to do about it?” Dawson said, getting frustrated with Felix.

“We… we have to do something about it…?” Felix stopped breathing for a second.

“Why wouldn’t we? Do you want the world being destroyed to be all your fault?” Dawson asked sarcastically. Felix hated being blamed for stuff he had no control over, but he had control over this. He was so conflicted about what to do, so he just said, “No… I don’t want it to be my fault! But what are we supposed to do, ask them nicely?”

“Well, I never dreamt something this serious. So maybe we just need to wish we could dream of something helpful.” Dawson shrugged. They both just stood there for a minute, waiting for someone to speak.

“Ok, bye. Hope you dream up something good!” Dawson laughed, turning around leaving.