Danny shook me by the shoulder until I was properly awake.
'What??' I slurred.
'You were shouting out in your sleep. Were you having a bad dream or something?' As my eyes unclogged I began to see the concern in his eyes.
I shook my head to try to clear the fog of disturbed sleep.
'I was...' I frowned, trying to remember what had been bothering me. 'I was dreaming someone else's dreams.' That didn't seem right, even to me.
'I was having someone else's dreams. I could tell I was and I didn't like it.' I was beginning to feel more confident in what I was saying, I knew it was true, even if it didn't make sense.
'How could you have someone else's dreams?' Danny asked sleepily. I must have woken him up. 'Don't you mean you had a dream you didn't want to be having?' He lay back down as if he was finished with the conversation but I felt like I was only just getting to the heart of the matter.
'No. No really not.' I turned over to face him, making him squint up at me in the too early morning grey light that was filtering through the thin curtains. 'These were not my dreams. They weren't meant for me.'
'Well then. Whose were they?' He asked triumphantly, bored and wanting to go back to whatever dream he had been enjoying.
I lay back down. 'I don't know.'
'Go back to sleep. It was just a dream.'
Danny turned away from me, gently but firmly, and that was that over. But I wasn't going back to sleep again, not this morning. I was lying there trying to work out what had happened to me. Why was I so adamant that I had been dreaming dreams not meant for my mind? And how was that possible anyway?