I sat gobsmacked and terrified watching the TV, as I saw the lottery numbers were read out. One by one matching the set of numbers I’d written in my dream diary.

I didn’t win, because I didn’t enter.

To believe they were real would have given credence to the second entry in the book and I didn’t want to believe that, but now I had no choice.

I sat in the chair gripping the small handgun in my sweaty hands, staring at the front door, waiting for my wife to return from work.

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