I bolted from my bed gasping for air as if I hadn't had any in years. I looked around taking in my surroundings I was in a bed, not a on couch and there were two beds so either I was in a room sharing it with a sibling or two this person was my roommate.

My little freak out must've woke up the guy. I feel horrible, but I've been having these nightmares as long I could remember. I'm afraid of drowning always have been I dunno why but I always stay away from hard drugs for that fact alone.

"Another nightmare Sage?"

"Where am I?"

"You're in college Sage, this always happens after you've come out of a nightmare, was it drowning again?"

"Yes."

"Don't look ashamed lots of people are afraid of things. Like me for example I'm terrified of driving."

"You are?"

"Oh yeah, I can drive in a car but get shell shocked when behind the wheel. Mum says the doctors couldn't explain why."

"You think you'll go like Marc Bolan did?"

"You know people think cause I look like him that, that's the reason I'm afraid to get behind the wheel."

"People say the same to me since I avoid drugs, only they compare me to Syd Barrett."

"You know the resemblance is uncanny well except your hair and eyes you could be his twin."

"I've been told. So uhm I know we seem to know each other well for you to know about my fears but uh what's your name it has escaped me."

"As I've said before this always happens afterwards, I'm your best friend Miko, Miko Bela Fyrdor."

"You share his initials too."

"As do you with yours."

"I do?"

"Mhmm. Yours is Rory Kildare Bainbridge, but we call ya Sage."

"Holy shit, this is awesome."

"You think that's cool our whole gang looks like a deceased musician, take our friend Klaus a spitting image of Keith Moon."

"Really? Whoa!"

"Do you remember anything?"

"Like what?"

"Your dreams?"

"I'm always drowning in drugs and one day I can't get back, I push everyone away. I see a loved one I can't recall his name as he tries to pull me back but I slip again."

"That's deep man, I always see myself flying through a windshield and then blackness."

"What if these aren't dreams but visions of the past."

"You think that I'm Marc and you're Syd?"

"Nothing's impossible."

"This is obsurd, this kind of thing only happens in books!"

"Tell me when is your birthday?"

"Uhm Well I was conceived 30 Sept but my birthday was 16 Sept of the next year, my mother carried me for almost 3 extra months, doctor said I was a miracle."

"16 Sept, 7 July, don't you see?"

"No."

"You are him and I am Syd this explains the nightmares, the fears, the resemblance, the fact you were born on the 16 of September instead of the 30 of June and I was born on 7 July instead of 6 of January!"

"June--"

"What about June?"

"You said it and a face just appeared she--Oh this is ridiculous utter poppycock, Sage."

"Roger!"

"What? I'm Miko, Sage!"

"No, not you, the guy! His name was Roger that loved one I saw in my dream! He has blonde hair and deep blue eyes with a long face, it kinda reminded you of a horse... Waters! Roger Waters! That's it, I was in a band called Pink Floyd."

"You could've read that anywhere."

"I remember hitching to God Knows where with Roger and getting trashed!"

"Okay okay, calm down!"

"You don't remember do you?"

"If I was Marc then how come I can't play a lick of guitar, explain that. He was a guitar guru up there with the greats like Harrison, Berry, May, Hendrix and Page!"

"Maybe we aren't supposed to be musicians this time around."

"I'm an artist."

"What am I?"

"You're an artist too, see you draw these beautiful ones of this girl--"

"Emily--"

"I'm sorry?"

"That's her name, or was I think she died long ago."

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

"Gloria--"

"Another?"

"Yes, I can see her smiling and it warms my insides this stranger."

"Marc had a wife name Gloria he was devoted to and loved dearly."

"I am not Marc and the strange woman in my head isn't Gloria Jones now drop this."

"The reason you see foxes in a tree is cause that's how you died!"

"No!! I know Fox cause-- Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!!"

"Now you remember."

"There was so much glass! The metal of the car caved in as it hit that tree all I could hear was screams then glass shattering and being hurdled into the air then a bright light-- Oh god I'm-- I'm--"

"Breathe! You're okay I understand it's a lot to take in all at once but think of it this way at least we deciphered why we have such vibid nightmares."

"I remember it all, June, T.Rex, Steve, Micky, my family, my son, Gloria-- everything."

"What do you say we watch a movie since sleep is the furthest thing from our minds."

"Let's watch Tommy I need a pick me up this is all too much to handle at once."

"Alright Tommy it is."

The two men sat down as the movie began neither one mentioning the early discussion again.