Lowell
I open my eyes and I am not in my room. I look around and this place seems very familiar to me. Somewhere in the pack, a house that I don't even know. I haven't been everywhere in the pack; I usually like to mind my business but this place just hits me in the feels.
I am on a bed but I am not alone.
The room is dark but I can see a man in a white shirt with a black tie. I know who he is instantly but he is very young. My uncle Geri. Rek's father.
"Wake up son,'' the man says as he walks over to the bed. I look to the other side of the bed and I see a boy. About thirteen.
Recognition hits immediately--it is a younger Rek. It is clear to me what this is. I was supposed to see what he sees, so that means that he is dreaming right now--which would mean that I am dreaming too.