As he began to speak, Ben really started to wish that he was crazy--and he'd always despised the term--after all. It would save him a lot of pain and trouble for this all to be a figment of his imagination.
"I don't think these are dreams. I think we're all seeing things that are going to happen." He paused, to gulp himself. His mouth had dried. "In colloquial terms, the future."
Although, in some ways, what he was dreaming about very much felt like the past, something he was now drawing upon. He had, after all, used his dreams to develop a skill. And even though he was telling the truth now, he had recently learned just how well he could lie.