Jack woke up from a deep yet disturbing sleep.

His dreams had been stranger than usual. Where he typically dreamed of some hot girl at school, or the latest and greatest video game, this dreams last night were more broad. Things shifted constantly. At one point he was kissing Allison Moody behind the bleachers, only to find himself running from aliens while dressed like a barbarian warrior. In another he'd invented some fanciful machine that could warp reality, only to end up flipping burgers at the dive down the street from his house. At one point, he was flying over his neighborhood, and the next he was a spider in his mother's bedroom. His dreams were vivid, strange, and impossible to explain.

As he rubbed his eyes, he threw off the sheets to get up and ready for the day.

Unknown to Jack, his dreams were only the beginning of the weirdest day of his life.