So. When I was a kid, I used to have very lucid nightmares, all the time, some of them so bad I would go crying to my mother about it. But one night, it was BAD. I don't remember too much, but that dream had always stuck with me. I remember it was a dark night in my dream, the black sky starless and moonless. I was with a group of adults, just in the street, some grass and rocks off to the sides. There were no cars, and what seemed to be no houses or other signs of life there. Then, a old blue and rusty pickup truck came barreling out of nowhere from the thick fog, aiming for me. I ran as fast as I could, that rusty pickup following me. When I looked at the driver, he was cloaked in shadow, with a navy baseball cap, and he was dressed like a farmer, with no distinguishable face. I remember running to a middle school, also empty, aside from these two random girls, J. and A. The school had no name...but it looks exactly like the school I go to. And, J. and A. are now my friends. Coincidence? I think not.