Before those questions were answered I awoke... Tossing and turning in bed in hopes of the sandman returning, to put me back to sleep, just to know what happened.
Effort proven futile. 'Run?' but why... staring up at the ceiling as though the answer would come from there, it never did, nothing ever did.

    'Perhaps I should talk to him'. I picked up the telephone, dialled his number,
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me"
"Oh... Andrew...right..?"
"Yeah am I bothering you?"
"Well it IS 2 o'clock in the morning"
"oh...I'm so sorry, i was a lil desperate"
"it's alright, i didn't say i was asleep"
"huh...okay, i've been dreaming..."
"owh... u just did?"
"Yeah... it seems to be telling me something... it keeps telling me to run, and not look back... every time i ask wat is it, i awake, like now..."
"Past baggages maybe,bro? In every dream, there's a meaning to it, memories,experience,anything at all, etched deep down into the mind and soul, and comes to life in what we so call dreams..."
"What do you mean?"
"For example, If in a dream you kill someone, obviously someone you know? It's not because you have uncontrolled rage or what sort, it means you want to end your relationship with that person."
"Right... So you think, mine has to do with my past?"
"Maybe, you know yourself, more than I do"
"Oh...ok...Thanks... I'll... try to figure it out"
"Alright, and hey, let me know."
"Alright."
*Click*

'Sigh...I don't want this...please'