The Dream

The Dream

“Hey who do we have here?” said the man. He looked at his old friend like he hadn’t seen him in years.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” asked Jakob.

“It’s just that I had a dream.”

“What kind of dream?” Jakob asked apprehensively.

“I had a dream you died.” said the man, “You died! Because of me!”

Jakob just looked at the man, his old friend from many years ago and remembered something. Something he had heard somewhere. He remembered that, maybe it was a gypsy telling him; dreams predicted what will come to happen. “Why don’t we go somewhere more private.” said Jakob looking around at the noisy bar.

So Jakob led the man into an alleyway and sat with his back against a wall. “Now tell me about your dream.”

“Alright.” said the man. “We were running through the woods. Running away from men on horses with swords at their sides. Suddenly a large cliff loomed out against the night sky. We both stopped to turn and face the men. One of them I recognized as the Duke’s right hand man, The Hanger. The Hanger got off his horse and walked up to us. ‘Thank you for telling us were he was Michael, your information has proven very useful.’ He looked at me like it was his birthday and he had been handed a rather large present. ‘Now Jakob,’ he said, ‘you shall pay for your crimes here!’ Then suddenly The Hanger slashed you through the heart! And you fell backwards off the cliff!”

Jakob just stared at the man who had just dreamed up his own death.

“I’m so sorry” was all he could say before Jakob left him.