[ WP ] You discover pictures on your phone from places you have been in your dreams .

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 Strange. Rick Banuelos was not a man to send or receive text messages, and wondered who the hell could be texting him at six in the morning while he was driving to work. He was always the first to the office, nobody else should have even been awake yet. Still, it did n't trouble him too much until... 
 
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 The spacing of the vibrations on his phone made him certain nobody was calling. He was almost sure that he was receiving texts in rapid succession. He began to wonder if he was losing it, his work had been stressful lately....so much so that it had begun bleeding into his dreams. Just last night he had dreamed that his office opened up directly into a prison, resulting in him waking up drenched in sweat. Determined to not let this lack of sleep get to him, he refocused and noticed that his exit was coming up on his right in a mile. Rick checked his rear view mirror and was about to merge into the right lane when his phone started vibrating as if it was possessed. 
 
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 `` WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?'' Rick craned his arm around his seatbelt into the pocket holding his phone, struggling to get it out. 11 missed picture messages from an unrecognized number. It was n't even a full phone number... just 6 digits. 373267. 373267. Keeping one eye on the road, Rick opened the new acquired conversation on his phone. 
 
 At first glance, it appeared to be a gallery of his workplace. He noticed the familiar palm tree, and the water cooler, and the door to the prison.......door to the prison? Rick's curiosity was piqued. 
 
 Unfortunately for Rick, his eyes had strayed off the road for a moment too long. He noticed his exit on his right, but not the car in his blindspot. The screeching of metal on metal was the last thing he heard. 
 
 His family and friends gathered around Rick's bed. Whatever had survived the crash was scattered on the nightstand beside his bed. `` We do n't know when or even if he'll wake up. I'm sorry.'' The doctor had left them with those heavy words. 
 
 One after one, the mourners began to file out of Rick's room, until only his mother remained. She looked at her now comatose son and a silence filled the room. `` Can you hear me? I just want to know if you can hear me?'' She said it so quietly at first it was barely a whisper. She waited, almost numb with raw emotion... then the floodgates opened. 
 
 `` GODDAMNIT.'' `` GODDAMNIT GODDAMNIT GODDAMNIT.'' The woman began to openly weep. `` I just want to see you one last time. Not like this. Smiling. Happy. Whole again.'' 
 
 The nightstand beside her vibrated. She picked up Rick's phone and looked at his screen. `` One missed picture message.''.... and from a number she had never seen before. 373267.
