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Eventually, Andy and I start noticing more similarities. We tend to have the same moods at the same times, more things in our life happen near-simultaneously. Shit’s just kind of weird, right? So we decide to start testing it out. This is the part where I realized with practical certainty that I wasn’t just being fucked with, and that maybe something actually was going on here. Andy would target a specific part of his body, not tell me anything, and cut it with a knife (emo as fuck, I know). I could feel a strange, sharp tingly feeling, and would tell him what body part it was. I was right every time, as far as he was telling me.

Then, I started doing the same. He got it right every single time. Keep in mind I was using a computer with a processor so old that it ran Runescape with lag, didn’t have the money for speakers, let alone a mic or headphones or a webcam, anything like that. To top it off, even if we did, my mom was always very nervous about me talking to people online, and refused to let me get a webcam or use things like MSN messenger or AIM (Not that that stopped me, I was reasonably tech savvy in comparison to her). 

So we’re probably states away, and there is no possible way for him to know if I’m stabbing my forearm, my ankle, my stomach, or if I’m even stabbing anything at all. Yet, whether I did something or claimed I did and actually did nothing, he was able to guess the right spot (or that there wasn’t a spot) literally 100% of the time. I want to say that I had a brain and that this freaked me the fuck out, but the reality was, I remembered the wish I made on that star, and I wanted so desperately to be different and live a unique life, that this just made me super excited.
gpt
We then officially dubbed ourselves “Connection Brothers”. It’s not an original name, and it sounds pretty fucking stupid, actually. But we just knew that somehow, the two of us were connected in a way that nobody else we knew of was. We started testing the range of this strange ability we had. Trying to focus on a certain thought, or a certain feeling. Emotions seemed to work better than thinking of a word or an object, and we could only really get it some of the time (which, as of now, I would like to chalk up to coincidence or luck, despite some of the evidence suggesting otherwise). Over time, it felt like the connection got stronger the more we talked and spent time hanging out.
human

For some reason, during the next few months, at random times, I start having strange dreams. I was at one point a pretty hardcore Christian kid - the type that would sing songs about God because it made me happy and feel like I was closer to him. After my parents divorced and depression hit, I guess I decided that God just didn’t exist anymore. 

The first dream I had, some Native American guy and I were standing out in a field that looked like it was nearby. He said something to me, but I didn’t understand it. Like, I couldn’t even hear his voice. Suddenly, his eyes started glowing blue-green, and I instantly recognized him as some kind of demon. We started fighting - I held up surprisingly well against him, I think. He was using some kind of tooth or something that was sharpened and fashioned into a knife. He started getting the upper hand, and right before he killed me, a massive, white wooden cross fell out of the sky, impaling into the ground. He looked at it, muttered in a SUPER deep voice something I couldn’t understand, and then fled the scene. The sun suddenly shined in the sky, and I woke up.

Picrel, looked a lot like the guy on the right.
gpt
The next dream I had, I was trapped in my bedroom, but it was slightly altered. Like, the door was both there, and it wasn’t. I felt this strange burning sensation all around me, like something was rapidly coming for me and engulfing me in itself. It felt like I was being smothered, couldn’t breathe, my vision started going dark, save for the doorway that was there in one eye, and a solid wall in the other eye. In the doorway, a very blurred, morphed silhouette of a man was hovering. I swear it was facing me. Something suddenly wrapped its arms around me, and I felt such a pleasant sensation at the touch of its skin. I couldn’t see it - my vision actually got shielded completely - but if I were religious, I would have sworn it was an angel or something. Someone who meant to do nothing but protect me. I suddenly woke up feeling…weirdly good. Secure.

The third dream I had, and I know it was terrifying, but I have absolutely no memory of what happened. I remember the burning heat again, I remember thinking that I was going to be taken straight to Hell, I remember that whatever happened, it was absolutely fucking horrible. But there’s nothing else I can remember.
human
It’s at this point in my memory where things start to get really hazy for a while. I’m trying to remember what happened, but it’s actually kind of sketching me out how little I remember. I’ll try to summarize what I can here:

Basically, after a few months, sometime in February maybe, Danni tells Andy and I that she knows about this phenomenon, and that she has a connection with four of her friends. Yeah…Four. As in like, all five of them are connected. This part I believe was faked by Danni, and possibly Andy was forced to go along with it. I dunno. But then Danni goes on to form a club in their school with Andy, called the Connection Brothers. The goal was to find more people like us, people who might have connections with each other. 

I guess her idea was, the connection most likely brings people together sooner or later, because of the way the coincidences work and all that. People who are connected are probably drawn to each other in one way or another. The club actually ended up getting like 60-80 members, if I remember correctly. They went to a pretty huge public school. Shortly after this, Danni and Andy suddenly break up. This blindsided the hell out of me, and ultimately, I come to understand that Andy broke up with Danni. He then seems to go kind of off the deep end, gets a boyfriend, comes out as bisexual, and starts cutting himself a lot. I guess the trauma from his mom molesting him (which I then find out she did with the aid of a man she was seeing at the time) got to him.
gpt
To be clear, everything mentioned here was a dream?