Over seventeen years ago, a man named Kyle Reese changed my life forever. At the time, I think I hated him for that. He came into my life as quickly as he left it, when all I really wanted was for him to stay. I was young and alone, confused, and left with the responsibility of raising a child all on my own. I can't complain about that; I can't even imagine a world without John in it.
But I was scared, and angry, back then. I was unorganized, I couldn't even balance a checkbook, and I had no idea where I was going with my life. I had no ambitions and no path; I was completely lost. So you could say that Kyle actually saved my life. He saved me from myself and gave me purpose.
For years after that, I'd dream about him. He'd come to me in my sleep and encourage me to keep going. I haven't had dreams like that in almost six years.
Last night, there he was again. Only this time there were things I can't even wrap my head around. People dying, robots and soldiers from the future. I obviously need to avoid eating anything before bed.