I woke up with a start. I felt the sweat on my forehead, awoke from another dream about the future. Dreamers like me are dead. The government has strict rules about dreamers. If you're caught, well… you're dead. Most of us dreamers dream of secrets within the government and exploit them.  I constantly see my face on billboards. I'm the only one left. I’ve has been on the run for 25 years. The date is now May 28, 2089. I’m staying in an old hotel. After the government publicly executed the dreamers, we can’t stay anywhere where people are. I was one of two who got away. The other was my wife, Becca. We both got away.

I still remember her voice telling me that everything would be okay, “It will be fine, John. Think about the future, when we will all be exist together.”

When she died, I felt the most alone I have ever felt in my life. I know one day I’ll be with her in heaven.

I get up to go my stash of food I got from the street markets. They don’t care who I am, or what I did, as long as I give them money. As I’m eating my apple, I see the lights outside. Not just any lights, but the lights. These were bright blue, and illuminating red; and they belonged to the cops who were hunting me. I run to the nearest closet in the building to my left with my revolver, waiting for the cops to come one of my rooms. One of the street market people must have tipped them of. I guess he will get $1,000 for that. I stay as quiet as possible in the closet. Then I hear the door bang open. There must only be one I thought from the sound of the footsteps. I hear him clambering around the room, looking for any signs that someone was here.

“AHA!” I hear him yell, “ Well well, A piece of apple. Fresh too!”

I curse myself for leaving it there. Such a simple thing to leave. He moves over to the closet door. It starts to creep open. I ram my shoulder into it, throwing the cop backwards, into the wall. I take out my revolver. I fire twice. The cop slumped, dead. Then I run to the window and jump. I activate my winglier and soar over the night sky. I keep gliding till I’m out of sight. I land in another building on the 6th floor. I have my pack with me and start to lay out my sleeping bag.  Then I fall asleep, and think, “What shall I dream Tonight?’

I see myself running down an alley, dozens of flashing blue lights, I make a right and see a chain link fence. I start to scale the wall until I feel the pain sensation in my back. I go to touch the spot and I feel red. Then everything goes black.

I wake up to my own screams. Screams do not go unnoticed by the people in these parts. I start to pack my stuff then I run downstairs then out the door. I make a hurried walk as I am planning where to go next. Then I make my way down 2nd street, I see cops. I turn around to avoid them, but then one of them sees my face. They immediately break into a sprint, as do I. They are yelling at the people to get down. I see the cops behind me as run. I pull out my .revolver and fire 2 shots. Both direct hits. Now sirens are blaring around the city. I run toward a building as an RPG blast rockets the sidewalk 20 feet away. I see another alley. This one seems familiar, even though I have never seen it in my life. I catch the sight of dozens of blue lights after me. I unload my revolver using as much ammo possible. Then I make a quick right and see a chain-link fence. I start to scale the wall as I feel horrible pain in my back. Then It all comes to me.

“I dreamt my own death!” I say aloud.

I start to laugh out loud then another shot rings out, then everything goes black.