Now:

     (And, when I say "now", I mean now, like the present day, like right now.)

     Trevor Harper woke from a dream so strange it made him sick to his stomach. In the dream, he'd been an inter-dimensional warrior, and he'd just killed his deadliest enemy, some sort of eight-foot-tall frog creature.

     What the fuck?

     He jumped out of bed, soaked in sweat. 

    "You okay, honey?" Helen Harper asked from her side of the bed.

     "Yeah, yeah I'm..."

     "You look like you just saw your own ghost."

     "Worse than that. I...no. It was just a dream. Go back to sleep, Sweetheart." 

     "You coming back to bed?"

     "I need to pee. I love you."

     "Love you, too," were Helen's last words before returning to slumberland.

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