"It felt real, but in a first person shooter game type way more than a 'this is going to happen in three days' time' kind of way," Lydia sighed, flicking up her hood as they walked. She understood that the question needed to be asked; and if she were being honest with herself, she was surprised Stiles hadn't knocked down her door in order to ask her about it first before they left. The anticipation had to be killing him; it was killing her. She hated not knowing what her senses were telling her. It was the worst sort of torture.
She inhaled deeply, taking in the cold air that tickled her nose as her breathing evened slightly. "Sometimes these dreams come and they recur nightly for days. Nothing ever comes of them though, so don't worry. It's just things that are stuck in my head, I guess." She let herself nudge him slightly, her shoulder hitting his arm. "What are you thinking about?"