The dream

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Barry Allen woke up in a cold sweat. He thought of the dream he had just seconds before, now etched in his memory.

He wasn't in his body, he was watching himself. He was running. Running away from something. He didn't know what.

Wait, that's not me! He thought, there was something different about him. His costume was changed, and he looked... Older.

It was about then that this Flash looked at him, straight in the eye.

"Hey! Hey you! Help me!" He yelled, he started to reach toward him, but it was then that Barry woke up.

Barry shuddered at the memory, and then looked around. It was pitch black, in fact, he wasn't even in his bed. He was under it.

Anyone else would think he fell, but he knew better. Barry knew he had vibrated through it. That was weird. He had never vibrated that much in his sleep.

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