"Hello Jim" The voice in his dream said.
"Uh?" Jim looked around, trying to understand why he wasn't be chased by pigs with chainsaws instead of tusks, again. It wasn't so much he was a fan of the dream, but it was the first reoccurring one he had and a part of him had been hoping to make it some kind of record. "So no pigs tonight?"
"Jim, please don't talk." Jim opened his mouth to reply but for some reason his lips wouldn't move. He touched them and found something like a steel strip of tape that bound both halves. He shrugged and waited for the voice to continue. "I know this is going to be hard for you to understand, but things are happening. I can't say why exactly, but none of it will be good. There's not much more I can do but recruit your services. Please, be brave and don't be scared to do what you can." There was a light somewhere far in the darkness above him. It looked like a star that had been force fed rocket fuel until it started to throw up light as if the stuff was going out of fashion. It burned a bit brighter every time the voice spoke. "Whatever the problem is, their going to make it worst. They have to be stopped. That's why I'm telling you this. Don't hold back against them. They might look like living things but their not. They've had their chance."
There was a long pause which was a weird thing in a dream. "It'll seem like a lot, but don't worry, you'll have help. I'm leaving you an Angel and there's going to be another one too." There was a sizzling sound and the star above glowed bright enough to singe dream eyes. The flare lasted only for a second before dimming down to an almost blackish-red. "I have to go now Jim. You two take care and don't give up." Then the light and voice faded altogether and Jim woke up without any pigs.
"Well that was a whole lot of odd." He rubbed the sand out of his right eye because there was always too much. He couldn't even open his eye with the strength of the lids alone. "But, no time for that." He swallowed hard and looked at the clock, because I'm late.