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“What if reality is a dream and when we die we wake up?”

Each day is the same, same people, same town and same job. The thought of waking up each morning kills me, the repetitive nature of my daily routine makes each day feel as if it was exactly the same as the one before. I have no family and no friends, I live by myself, isolated from everything that has meaning in life. That was my life, but on the 15th of July 2015 this all changed and my world transformed and took me on a new path that could never be imagined.

I can remember every millisecond of that fateful day. My alarm went off early that morning, 4.46am, I don’t remember even setting it. It was still dark outside and I could see the moon shining brighter than I have ever seen before and the stars glowing against the blackness of the sky. The air was thick, a cold breeze creped in through the open window, it sent chills up my spine as if someone or something was breathing down the back of my neck. The chill, the cold air, the darkness of the sky with the burning moon made me fearful with an eerie feeling that death was around me, it made me feel black inside. I reached to pick up my phone from my bedside table, as soon as my hand touched the cold screen it started to ring. It took my eyes a while to adjust to the brightness of my phone, I squinted and slowly started to try to make out the number from but all it said was blocked..

“Who could be calling me at this time?” I thought to myself.

The sound of the ringing seemed to get louder and louder the longer I left it lying there, unmoved. I could not take it any more. I answered the phone with a deep angry “hello”. The connection was horrible, all I could hear was some sort of buzzing sound. I repeated the “hello” eve...

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...fore walks in and sits down opposite me.

“Good morning Mr. Hale.”

“Where am I?”

“That is not of importance at the moment Mr. Hale, I have heard that you have been in contact with someone of high importance, haven’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, as I said before where am I?”

“You would not believe me even if we told you, now have you been in contact with this person?”

“Screw you!”

“Well than Mr. Hale, if you cant corporate “Click”, I will have to take a different approach.”

The two men from earlier come through the door and hold me down.

“This will hurt a lot” says the man as holds a gun to my nose and releases a bullet into my brain.

“This bullet will track everything that you do, so whatever you see, we see, what ever you hear, we hear, get the jist?”

I wake up I am back inside the Mercedes, the exact place I was before.