Visions seemed to plague him every time he closed his eyes. Glimpses of moments he had never experienced before, conversations and faces of people he’d never met.

Paul’s eyes snapped open as he inhaled sharply. Another dream. He sighed and sat up, running his hand back through his curls. His hand was shaking, his heart racing.

“Why me…” He murmured, leaning his elbows on his knees. It was a rhetorical question, the dreams, visions weren’t new. In fact they lingered in his sleep for years. Yet it seemed they’d become more frequent in the past few months.