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Running from the larva, Nick wondered if he could stop for a second, catch his breath. He carried on, the survival persona taking over, making him look ahead at the hovering helicopter, knowing his life depended on reaching it...........

This part of the dream would never go away, he'd been recording it for years, wondering what it meant. He'd never been anywhere with a volcano, or any life of death scenarios, or had any worrying health concerns that he could recall.

Every night at three am he would wake, drenched in sweat, shouting out 'wait for me' to the helicopter pilot. He knew the exact time as he'd filmed himself.

On Sunday he'd gone to bed more tired than normal after playing non stop computer games, knew he'd overdone it. Heart palpitations, dizziness, excruciating pain in his arms. During his sleep he walked down a long corridor, bright lights. Familiar faces, his mom. She died years ago. She turned around and walked away.

'Wait for me' he called out.