[ WP ] Whenever she has a dream , one detail from the dream comes true the next day . Lately she 's been having nightmares .

For as long as Cassie could remember, the waking world and her dreams had been intertwined. Once or twice a week she'd drift up from a deep slumber with a vivid picture of events to come, and in the twenty years she'd lived they had never been wrong. She'd come to trust the visions implicitly, but had only told one person of her prophetic dreams. Other people had, she learned, experienced a similar phenomenon; an inexplicable sense of deja vu that followed a dream of future events. However, none were as perfect and precise as hers, and for a long time it had scared her. The fear had faded with time, until she made the biggest mistake of her life. 
 
 Normally her dreams were mundane. Bumping into a man on the street and spilling her coffee, missing her train, or forgetting her phone in the bathroom at work. Sometimes she would forget the dream within moments and events would transpire as predicted, the memory only coming to her again as they played out. Other times she would intentionally guide her life down the path of the dream, to see if she was right again. 
 
 For the first time in her life Cassie deviated from her premonition, and wished more than anything that she had n't. It was such a simple thing, taking a different taxi to be on time for her appointment, but she had no idea of the consequences for her actions. Her dreams had changed as a result. The next night had been a nightmare, more vivid and terrifying than she could have imagined. She dreamed she was choking on smoke, struggling to crawl past dancing flames and to the door of an room she had never seen before. Wheezing, her face and hands seared to the bone, she collapsed from inhalation before waking in a cold sweat, the taste of smoke on her tongue. 
 
 It ended up being an apartment fire a few blocks away from her home, a dozen people dead, and she had seen the devastation from the eyes of a woman who never made it out. Two nights later another dream, another disaster. This time a multiple car accident that took two lives. After that she vowed she would do what she could to stop the next nightmare. She would remember every detail of it, and keep it from happening. If she could take a different taxi, perhaps she could give someone a chance at life. 
 
 She had n't been prepared to see her own death. She'd gone to the diner she liked down the street, and was halfway through her meal when they came in. Two men, faces cold and eyes distant. The glanced around the diner once, taking in every man, woman, and child, before the shooting started. A dozen thunderclaps filled the room, as the shooters cut down every single person in the diner. Cassie tried to hide behind her booth, the screams and tears of the other patrons interrupted by the heavy staccato of gunfire. A man came around the corner, saw her, and with a flash of light and sound she woke in her bed. 
 
 Crying, she hugged her knees to her chest, sitting in pitch blackness for hours. All those people, dead and dying, and her among them. It was too much for her to take in. The blood, the smell of gunpowder, it lingered in her senses. As the sun began to rise, Cassie got dressed. She needed to clear her head, to get out of her cramped flat and think. Slipping on a jacket to fight off the morning chill, she hit the pavement. 
 
 She could n't go to the diner if she wanted to live. Her dreams *always* came true. Yet, if she did n't do something, all those people there without her would die. The police would never believe her, and would likely think it's a prank or the words of a psychotic. If she played it right maybe she could get a cruiser out there before it happened, but she had no idea of the exact time. She'd been too caught up in the gunfire to look at a clock. 
 
 Cassie had been walking for three blocks before she felt a slight uneasiness, and looked up. Across the street, standing among a handful of early risers, a man was staring at her. He was dressed in jeans and a light jacket, a frown on his face. For a moment she panicked before realizing it was n't one of the gunmen from her dream, but the man's keen interest in her was unnerving. 
 
 She kept on, pretending she had n't noticed his gaze, but kept him in her periphery. The man followed her from a safe distance, and Cassie took a deep breath. She had the means to defend herself, and she was n't about to let the man follow her and find out where she lived. 
 
 Stepping into an alley, far enough in to be out of sight but able to scream for help if she needed, Cassie stopped and waited for her stalker. His footsteps were light and quick, as he rushed to catch up. Wrapping her fingers around the canister in her jacket pocket, she hugged the wall and waited. 
 
 The moment the man came around the corner, she gave him a full dose of pepper spray, the colored stream hitting him in his gaping mouth and nose. With a sharp gasp the man stumbled into the wall of the building next to her, losing his footing and collapsing to the pavement. 
 
 `` Holy shit.'' He said, wheezing, and burying his face in his arm. `` Did you really just mace me?'' 
 
 `` Who the hell are you, and why are you following me?'' 
 
 `` Calm down, I'm trying to help you.'' 
 
 `` Right, of course you are.'' She replied, laughing, as tears streamed from the man's eyes. `` Who are you? A random creep, or something worse?'' 
 
 `` I'm neither.'' He said, coughing harshly. `` Cassie, you have to listen to me.'' 
 
 `` How the *fuck* do you know my name?!'' She screamed, preparing to give him a fresh spray. 
 
 `` My name's Tyler.'' He said quickly, bloodshot eyes peering up at her pleadingly. `` This if the first time you've met me, but I've known you for a very long time.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` Okay, just hear me out. In the fifth grade you had a crush on a boy in your class. His name was Brandon, and he transferred in from another school. You wrote all about him in your diary. You said he had eyes as deep and blue as the ocean.'' 
 
 Cassie stood, shocked, her eyes wide. She could remember vividly that night, lying in bed and scribbling away in her diary. She'd torn up the entry the next day in case her parents found the diary, and nobody had ever seen it except her. There was no way this man could know about it. 
 
 `` I've dreamed about you for as long as I can remember.'' Tyler said, using the wall to slowly stand. `` A few times a month, I would see you in my sleep. I was there when you broke your arm falling down the stairs, and the day your mother passed away.'' 
 
 `` How... how could you know all this?'' 
 
 `` I'm a Seer. I dream of people and places I've never been, never the same person, except you. I've always been careful never to try and find you, but somehow *they* still found out who you are. If you do n't come with me, right now, you're going to be shot and killed tonight.'' 
 
 A heavy silence fell over the two of them, as Tyler struggled to keep his eyes open. Cassie simply stared at him, unable to find words to describe her fear and amazement. After all this time she had found someone like her, another person whose dreams folded into reality, and her first act was to mace him. 
 
 `` If you come with me, we can stop them.''
