The Call (10): An unknown number calls you. Maybe you pick it up, maybe you don’t, but the message is the same–someone on the other line is warning you about something. They seem to have details that give credence to whatever they’re warning you about, but there’s something particularly unbelievable about it all–because, they sound like you. And they know things only you would know. And then, the line drops, and you’re left alone. If you try to call the number back, it’s been disconnected. If it was a prank, it was a good one. But, maybe there was something more to it.

Dreama was spending the weekend studying at her favorite bakery, though it seemed that her favorite baker, had the day off. She had hot cocoa and a few creme filled donuts beside her as she studied and that brightened her day. Occasionally, she looked up at the telly just to make sure it wasn't doing anything weird like last week - instead it was just showing the news - all kinds of weird things happening around Destiny City.
She was studying for finals, and she had already gotten through biology and English and now she was working on calculus once more. She still had dance, but she would work on that later, when she had more space - at least for the practical exam, she had already worked on the theory the last few days and felt satisfied.
Suddenly, her street phone rang. Dreama looked at the Caller Id and saw a number that she seemed to recognize, but from where, she didn't know. Hesitantly, she answered it. A recorded message on the line: "You have been called by a party on your own line...." Ah what? This was a smartphone, right?
Then, Dreama heard her own voice come on the phone. "Dreamer of your brother's Dreams, you must rush back to school, for they have moved up your Dance Final. If you miss you it, you will not be allowed to proceed in your Dance Major! Go!" The line went dead. Dreama froze for a second. No way!
She quickly gathered her things and got to go containers for her food and drink. She waved off a few people who asked if everything was okay, telling them quickly, "A Final Exam got moved up." "Ah, good luck then" She smiled a grateful smile and ran out the door, waving down the nearest taxi. "Sovereign Heights, please! And can you make it quick, I just got word that my exam got moved up. It's in twenty minutes! I'll pay you extra!" The taxi seemed to be waiting outside for her, and he did his best to be fast, safe, and take the quickest way. But when she tried to pay him extra - he refused to take it. "Just go! Get to your Exam! And get an A! That will be payment, enough!" He yelled with a familiar accent. "Thank you!" She called back, as she ran to the theatre, wondering if she knew him from somewhere. She put him out of her mind, as she reached the theatre on time! The test was long, difficult and exhausting, (especially the practical) and the practical was taken in private.
Afterwards, she made her way back to her dorm room and collapsed, exhausted on her bed. When she did so, she found a sticky note that had been on the bed and was now stuck to her face. She took it off and read it. It was in her own handwriting dated the day before, saying that the exam had been moved up. Weird. Did I dream that?" She shook it off and went to bed.
A week later, she was in Dance Class when they received the results of the final. She had received the highest results in the class. There was also an announcement. There were several people not attending today. They had either been late to the exam or had entirely missed it, without priorly approved excuses and were therefore removed from the program. Dreama's eyes went large - from narrowly missing being entirely removed from the program to highest grades in the class. What miracle was that?
That afternoon, she returned to her dorm room, and Erica met her in the living space, between the two bedrooms. "Your brothers called." She said, interested. "My brothers?" Dreama said confused. "Yeah, Kelly and Quinn. They said congrats on the A!"
As Dreama was now thinking for some reason about the Cab Driver, Erica continued, "I never knew you had brothers, why don't you ever speak of them?" A darkly serious look was on Dreama's face. "Because they died when I was twelve years old."