Joseph lives in apartment number 22 on the third floor of a large, six story building, along with both of his parents. The building itself belong to a larger complex, tied together by one-way streets and a park in the middle. This little piece of land really gives off a whole different vibe than the rest of the city, like it doesn't even belong to it at all. Like it's just a small, isolated village, cut off from the rest of the planet. And the family is happy here.

Joseph is happy...

- Okay, now where are the keys? - he wonders, already searching his backpack. - Oh, here.

He pulls them out from one of the side pockets and locks the front door.

Then, following his normal routine, he goes down the staircase as usual, without using the elevator.

When he reaches the bottom, first he check the mailbox, which most often only contains flyers for that new pizza place downtown.

Except, today, something's off.

- What...?

Inside, he finds an envelope, with no address, no name, no nothing.

He pauses. After everything that's happened this morning. After everything, this just adds to the confusion.

- Well... What the hell, might as well open it.

He rips it open and takes out a white piece of paper.

He quietly unfolds it. And there, clearly written, with a strong black marker:

"BELIEVE THE DREAM"

- No... This seriously can't be...

It has to be a joke, right? Just some sick joke, cleverly conceived by an unknown comedian who has nothing else better to do than torture Joseph. It doesn't even make sense how it ended up in the mailbox! Without an address, the postal service wouldn't have even delivered this damned letter! Then who put it there? Who would go through all that trouble just to mess with him? I mean, you need a key to get into the building in the first place! Maybe somebody let them in? No, maybe they live in the building themselves!

But still...

That was a strange dream... Is it really just a coincidence? Is the dream somehow... important? And... believe in it? What does that mean?

Wait, no, we're missing the main question. How did they know about it? How? It seems too unrealistic.

So it has to be nonsense! All nonsense! It's random! It has to be! If it isn't, then they must be psychic! But predicting the future JUST ISN'T POSSIBLE!

This... This whole situation is idiotic!

- I don't believe this... - Joseph finally snaps out of his thoughts and crumbles up the paper. - The next trash can I pass, this goes in it!

He slides the note into his jacket and calms himself down. Really, why should he be panicking that much? It's just... a joke. A joke. A joke. A joke. A stupid... coincidental... joke. Why would anyone assume otherwise?

After finally settling on a believable answer, he exits the building. The warm embrace of the sun greets him, and the wind passes by with a gentle handshake. He heads left down the street maintaining a brisk pace, acknowledging the flock of birds that were flying above the rooftops.

Suffice to say, march is here, and with it comes the long-awaited spring.

If it weren't for the troubling dream, painful headache and creepy message, he would even consider laughing at that moment. But his thoughts didn't allow him. There were still so many possible reasons why all this occurred. Really, how often do things like this happen to a single person? And with such perfect timing, too.

Even though Joseph made himself believe that it's a joke, there is still another part hidden away inside of him. A part that's neither rational nor logical. A part that's still clenching that note. A part that still thinks there's a greater purpose for these insane occurrences. A purpose still not clear to him.

Then, as if invited by the ever-growing tension, the screeching of tires broke the silence. Joseph looked up, surprised, realizing that was a bus slowing down at the bus stop. The same one he needs to take to school.

- Damn! - he cussed and broke into a mad dash towards the crowd piling up at the doors of the bus.

He sprinted past the park, past people in suits and with briefcases, past two trash cans along the sidewalk. And, just as the last person was getting in, he jumped in too, breathing sporadically and loudly.

The doors shut behind him as the bus roared and began to move once again. Joseph drunkenly approached the nearest seat and sat down, letting out a huge sigh that was mixed with both relief and tiredness. Now it was time to simply relax and enjoy the ride. After all, he did just live through one heck of a morning.