[ WP ] You have an unusual superpower . You can tell what a person 's next meal is going to be .

He was the first time I found any real use for my ability. 
 
 He wore a black coat with the zipper undone. His shirt had the Metallica logo. His jeans were tattered but not in an unflattering way. I saw him at Starbucks every day. 
 
 *Bagel* my sense would tell me. It said this every day I ever saw him. I knew he must just go to the bagel shop across the street after. I always wondered why he even bothered when he could just eat at Starbucks. 
 
 One day he cane in looking a little roughed up. His pale face was unshaven, his eyes were bloodshot and they had bags drooping so low I thought his eyes might slip out. 
 
 *Squirrel* my sense told me. Squirrel? It didnt make any sense, he would get a squirrel after his coffee? Anyways, I just glanced at him occassionally. No coffee though. He must have forgotten to order. 
 
 Then he stared at me, I glanced back and forth and saw his veins filling up, he was very tense. 
 
 He then got up and left, I waited a moment and followed him from a distance. 
 
 After a minute I saw him sitting on a bench outside. He glanced at me and it immeditaely intensified to a haunting stare. 
 
 `` Squirrels have been everywhere lately, right?'' I asked nonchalantly. I couldnt get my mind off of that squirrel thing. 
 
 `` Fine.'' He said shortly. Then he snapped. `` Fine!'' 
 
 He then got up and dove towards a squirrel, he caught it easily, as if he and the squirrel were possessed by the same being. He then brought it to his face and in a mortifying display, savagely ate as if he hadnt seen food in weeks. 
 
 *What the hell?! * man I screamed. 
 
 With blood dripping down his face he screamed at me. 
 
 `` GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT! GET OUT!'' 
 
 He ran off screaming the same thing and I was spooked. 
 
 He wouldnt make an appearance in Starbucks for a while. 
 
 I then saw him one Saturday morning. It was 7:47 and I was about to head off for the airport. 
 
 I immediately sensed that his next meal would be... *Airplane food*. 
 
 I dug deeper. 
 *Ham and cheese sandwich. French roll. Green salad. * 
 
 I stopped digging. 
 
 I was a little nervous at this point and my worried face showed it. I got up and left Starbucks. 
 
 Several hours later I waited at the gate for my flight and I saw him. He was glancing over at me every so often with wide eyes that snapped back and forth every time he looked up. 
 
 I wanted to report him for following me but I knew he hadnt done anything wrong yet besides gobble up a squirrel. 
 
 On the plane we both sat in economy. He was a few rows up. I felt safe knowing he finally couldnt see me. 
 
 Then lunch came. My sense was right, he ate exactly what I had predicted, ham and cheese samdwich, a roll and a salad. 
 
 Soon after the meals were brought he walked by the aisle and stared at me as he went by. He headed for the lue. 
 
 *Human finger* my sense told me. 
 
 *No* I thought to myself. *It cant be. * 
 
 `` GET OUT OF MY HEAD!'' He cried as he ran towards the lue. 
 
 After a moment there were more screams coming from the lue. There was a banging againsy the door and the flight attendants were outside knocking and up front trying to inform the captain. 
 
 After several minutes of panicking people and a screaming man in the lue, the noise stopped. 
 
 The flight attendants were able to open up the door and they found him covered in blood. His finger was gone. 
 
 After our plane did an emergency landing we were let off and hurded towards a police area for questioning and debriefing. I heard the police saying the man choked to death. 
 
 *He choked on his own finger? * I shuddered. 
 
 I got a flight back out to Vegas where I originally intended to go after several hours of waiting. 
 
 In a moment of clarity, I realized that I might have been responsible for the man's death. 
 
 I was the one seeing into his mind, invading his space. 
 
 After many more similar experiences to what happened with the squirrel man I knew I had to make a choice. I had been working on a name for myself for a while and I decided it sounded nice. 
 
 The next day I spent my time invading people's minds for fun. I'm the Dream Eater. No mind is safe. 
 
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 Sorry for grammar errors, written on phone. 

