As the gentle hum of the car engine lulls me deeper into sleep, the cold breeze brushing against my face, I slip into that familiar place—a dream, or maybe a nightmare.

As I drift into sleep, the world around me shifts. I’m no longer in the car. I’m on the ground, my head in the lap of a woman, surrounded by chaos. 

The sky is dark, and I can hear explosions and gunfire in the distance. Broken buildings tower over us like ghosts, and the smell of smoke and blood fills the air.

She’s sobbing softly, her chest heaving with every breath, and I can feel her hand stroking my hair, trembling. It’s as if she’s trying to soothe me, but there’s something more in her touch—a grief too deep to understand.

“Why... Why does it have to be you, Azer? We could’ve escaped. Please, don’t die. What about our future?”

I try to move, to respond, but my body is heavy. I feel pain, coldness, blood pooling around me. War machines rumble nearby, soldiers and rebels rushing past us, but all I can focus on is her. Her hands are shaking, stroking my hair, as if she’s holding me together.

“ How will I live without you? ” 

Her voice breaks, thick with emotion, but the words are muffled, distant, like I’m hearing them through water. 

The mole. That same mole, just near her lips.It hits me like a punch to the gut. Rafa?No... it can’t be. But the mole... it’s the same as Rafa’s. 

My heart races in the dream, panic surging through me as I try to piece it together. But the woman... she’s older. So much older than Rafa. This can’t be her. It’s not her. 

It’s not...The dream begins to blur again, slipping away just as the woman opens her mouth to speak one last time. 

Her lips move, but I can’t hear what she’s saying. I feel my body sinking deeper into her lap, the world around me growing darker.And then, 

I jolt awake.

I sit there, feeling like I can’t breathe. My mind flashes back to that first nightmare—the one where I was just standing there, doing nothing, while she was dying.

I couldn’t remember her face clearly then, but now... the mole near her lips, it’s the same. The same girl. 

But this time, it’s different. I wasn’t standing. I was lying down, bleeding, and she was holding me in her lap, crying. Saying something I couldn’t quite hear, but I know it was important. 

And that mole—right there on her cheek. It’s the same as before, but the situation has totally flipped. 

*Why is this happening again?* I can’t stop thinking. It feels like the two nightmares are mixed up in my head.

'Is this my future, No it can't be Then, What about the previous nightmare?'

In the first one, I was just standing there, and she was dying. Now, I’m the one lying there, covered in blood, and she’s the one crying over me. 

It’s freaking me out. The girl’s the same. The mole, the way she looks sad—it’s all the same. 

But why me? Why now? And why do I keep seeing her? What is this supposed to mean?

Then, it hits me again. That mole... it looks like Rafa’s. No, no, no. It can’t be her. This woman’s older, way older. Rafa’s not like that. She’s younger, just like me. 

This girl in my dream is someone else. She has to be someone else, right?

I try to shake off the thought, but I can’t. Why does the girl in my dreams look so much like Rafa? Or am I just making it up in my head? 

I don’t know anymore. It’s confusing—between these nightmares that make no sense and thinking about what’s happening with Rafa. Everything is spinning in my head. 

I’m excited about Rafa, about what could happen between us. But these dreams... they’re messing with me. I don’t know what to think.

The city’s getting closer, and I try to shake off all the weird thoughts in my head. I can’t keep obsessing over this. 

It’s just a stupid dream, right? I mean, what else could it be? Dreams are just random, right? I can’t keep thinking about that girl, or Rafa, or... whoever. That mole, that whole thing—it’s just freaking me out for no reason.

I sit up straighter and rub my face, trying to wake myself up a bit. 

'Man, I gotta stop. I’m acting like a kid scared of a nightmare. This is dumb. It’s not real.'

The city’s almost here. I can see the buildings getting closer, and I tell myself to snap out of it. I’ve got real stuff to focus on. *Like school. Exams are coming up. 

I don’t have time for all this nightmare crap. I gotta study, gotta get ready. Who cares about some dumb dream?* 

I run a hand through my hair, frustrated. I’ve already wasted enough time thinking about this. 'Focus, Azer, just focus. 

Forget the dream. Forget the girl. Forget everything. It’s just exams, school, and getting my stuff together. That’s all that matters right now.'

I try to push all the thoughts away, force myself to think about the books I need to read, the work I’ve gotta finish. 

'Yeah, just focus on that. The other stuff—it’s not real. Just get through these exams, then you can figure everything else out.'