"It was a long night but it's finally over," thought Greg as he started his truck and made his way back home. He completely forgot about the crazy message that was sent to him about 9 hours ago, he was too tired to care. After he made it home he took care of all his homely tasks and went straight to bed. He felt like he didn't sleep for days. Something about that night felt off. It was like something was trying to steal his soul. Greg began laughing in his head at the random thought. "Yeah right," he said in his head as he drifted off to dreamland. 

Explosions, people being killed, more explosions, and other weird thing that couldn't be explain was going on in this dream. Like any dream Greg didn't have full awareness of what was going on in his dreams, but this one was different. It was almost like it was real. Greg look in the direction of a boy and a little girl running away from the flames of destruction that kept spreading. The girl seemed to have an injured leg, so the boy had to carry her. 

After making it out of the city the boy gently sat his sister on the side of a tree. "Big brother...why did you stop? Mom told us to get out of here," said the girl. "I'm going back! I gotta help her! You're safe now. Don't worry about me. You'll make it out ok. Say strong sis," said the boy slightly glancing over at his now crying sister before taking off into the chaotic city.

"What the hell is going on here?" wondered Greg not believing how real this dream looked, not even believing he could see it so clearly. He looked in the direction of the still crying girl, wanting to help but for some reason couldn't move. He then looked in the direction of where the boy took off and couldn't believe he went back. Before he knew it he had teleported to where the boy he had seen before was headed, but all he saw was the boy laying on the ground bleeding. Some men in weird clothing took the boy away in a huge vehicle and took off. 

"Dammit, wake up! Wake up! Fuck, wake up!!!" yelled Greg trying to wake up from his realistic-like dream. A small figure appeared in front of him. It looked half his height which was about 5"11. It was completely rapped in rags from head to toe. He could make out who or what it was and didn't know what this thing was going to do with him and he couldn't run so he's fate was in its hands. 

"Will you accept the calling?" it asked in a child-like voice. "What?" wondered Greg not knowing what it was talking about. "Will you accept the calling?" it asked again. "Whatever, yes, just let me wake up already. I don't want to be here anymore!" yelled Greg as everything became a blur and blacked out.