Last night I had a dream, and you were in it, and I was in it with you

I had a dream last night that I was at a house I recognized as my Mother's house from years ago, even though in retrospect it wasn't. It felt like the late 1990s or early 2000s. When I set my bike to the side of the house and went upstairs, I asked my mom what the date was, and she told me it was March 3rd. I then asked the year. "2007."

I insisted that she give me her phone so I could make a call, because in my head, I was sure that my phone was from the future, and it wouldn't work. We had to plug hers in to charge it, and then I called my sister.

"Amanda."

"Hey, Matt."

"Listen. Listen real carefully, okay."

"Okay..."

"On December 10 of this year, you are going to die."

Silence.

"Listen. Something is going to happen. You're going to feel kind of bad in the days beforehand. You have to go the hospital when that happens, okay."

"Okay."

"And Amanda, make me talk to you more from now on. Don't let me blow you off, okay."

"Okay."

"Things will go so crazy when you die. Don will turn out to be a jerk."

"Really?"

"Really."

Wake up.

Looking around, in the same place I fell asleep in. Ring is still on my finger. That, I deduced, may not have happened had Amanda not died, as I probably wouldn't have reevaluated the importance of good things in my life.

I went to my computer after a while. Her facebook page still had farewells and regrets on it. My time travel experience failed to yield any real results.

At least I remember what she sounds like again. I guess it was just hiding in my head.