Someone (or something) was chasing me.
I don't know who or what it was, but it terrified me. I ended up in a neighborhood I didn't recognize. It seemed like the streets and the houses were endless. But I just kept driving--racing to get away from whatever was after me.
It didn't take me long to lose my way. I decided to turn left on a street with a yellow house and black shutters on the corner. This house . . . I've seen it before. Or maybe my heart just knows it means something. But what?
The street was a dead end. At the end, there was a man standing next to a van. He kept waving for me to drive toward him. His arms were covered in tattoos. I didn't recognize him, but I knew he wasn't going to hurt me.
I parked my car and got out.
"You have to get in the van. Take the van. You have to get rid of your car so they won't know what you're driving."
I quickly jumped into the driver's side of the van and shut the door. As I started the engine and buckled my seat belt, I heard a voice from the back seat.
"Katie . . ."
I turned around, and there she was. My mom-mom. She sat there and smiled. It wasn't a big smile. Just her simple, happy, beautiful smile I've missed for nearly ten years.
And then I woke up.