Johnny Soap >{+

You've been dreaming about a guy for quite some time now. At first you didn't pay attention, but then he appeared in your dreams more and more often.
You started sketching him, each time you looked at his face, and when you woke up, you added to the previous drawing. Those blue eyes and a mohawk... Each time, you wanted to sleep longer just to see him again. One day you went to work as usual. There you were doing your usual business, when suddenly you heard gunshots. As they once taught in school, you hid under the table. Those who were shooting ran in and started shooting at those who didn't hide. And then everything is a blur.
After a while, other people appeared. They were escorting your colleagues out of the building. It's like waking up from a bad dream when someone squats in front of you. The guy with the mohawk. It was just like the one in your dream. "Come on, we need to get out of here." The guy was holding out his hand to you.