I sat down at my desk and turned on my laptop. I promised the people that I would make a Minecraft let's play with Blake, one of my friends that I made the Haunted series with. I logged onto the Minecraft server and waited for Blake to join. Once he did we were ready. I turned on my microphone and put on my headphones.

"Ready Blake?" I asked.

"Yep," he replied.

"Ok." I started recording. "Hey guys today I am playing Minecraft with Blake! We have decided to make a hardcore world to see how long we will last!"

"I bet we last five minutes."

"We won't last two if you keep up that attitude!"

"Ok. We'll last three!"

"Bllllllllaaaaaaaaake!"

"IT'S THE TRUTH!!!!!"

"You party pooper. Anyways, let's get started."

I ran to the nearest tree and started to cut it down. Blake started rambling on about something, but I couldn't pay attention. The dream I had was started to take over my mind. I haven't had a single dream about it since I turned 13. That day all of the memories came back. When my soul left my body, I was born into this world. And I have been here for 26 years now. Wait. It's been about 13 years since the memories came back. And they were about 13 years old in my dream, and I got back my memory when I was 13. They must be 13 now! They must have been born into this world that day! But we're they killed? Did the structure collapse on them?

"ARMEN!" Blake yelled into my ears. I was back out of my thoughts and noticed I obliterated the ground around the tree I was cutting down.

"What?" I asked.

"What do you want to do once it gets dark?"

"I don't know? Build a tiny hut?" I was starting to get annoyed.

"Ok. That'll do."

For the rest of our video I was out of it. I kept spacing out and was quiet most of the video. The moment it got dark I was killed. Blake wasn't satisfied. He said I didn't try hard enough. He said that I didn't care about the people. I explained that I had some things on my mind that I didn't want to talk about. I told them I would try to make a video next week but I wasn't sure if I could. That way I wouldn't have the people demanding so much from me.

Once we finished the video, I started to upload it and went to "watch" tv. I was so out of it. My mind was racing, I was confused. I finally came to the conclusion that the dream had meant nothing and I just missed the guys. But that isn't exactly what I wanted to believe.