The dream was vivid, almost painfully real. Sarah watched in horror as her sister, Emily, swerved to avoid a pothole, only to collide with a parked car. The next morning, the news confirmed her worst fears. Emily was okay, but the car was totaled.

Intrigued and terrified, Sarah began to pay closer attention to her dreams. Each night, she would drift off, heart pounding, anticipating the next bizarre prophecy. A flat tire on her way to work, a sudden illness that kept her from a meeting – all played out in her sleep, then in real life.

But the most disturbing dream yet was about her cousin’s upcoming wedding. A dark cloud hung over the joyous occasion. Sarah saw a flash of violence, a life extinguished. The dream didn’t reveal who would die or who would be the killer, only the horrifying certainty of the event.

With the wedding just days away, Sarah was determined to prevent the tragedy. She delved into the lives of the guests, searching for any signs of malice or obsession. Every interaction, every whispered secret, became a potential clue. The closer she got to the truth, the more she realized that she might be the target, or perhaps the killer themselves.