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Authors: Laura Franklin
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tonight. Was the lettuce radioactive?”
“No. No…” I let my words trail off as I thought. “I wonder if we are the ones healing faster? That would finally be one nice thing about this whole AB crap.”
Sue leaned into Ed, in obvious agreement. Then we wondered off to the spots where we were going to settle down for the night.
On purpose, I put my rose crystal right next to my head as I prepared for sleep that night.
Mick saw what I was doing.
“Are you trying to control what you dream?”
“Damn right. This is crazy stuff we are having to deal with. If we have some sort of guiding spirit thingie, then it better reach out and give me something to help all of us with.” I had flipped my hands around in anger as I was talking. Mick caught them and held them together in front of him. He was looking deep into my eyes. No judgment in his look. I loved those deep brown eyes.
“OK. Just don’t be disappointed if you don’t get what you need.”
I nodded.
“I actually think that is a good idea, so I’m going to copy off you and find some granite to sleep on.”
I smiled a thank you at him.
~ ~ ~
I was warming my hands over a bonfire. Watching the flames jump, a bright orange against the black night. My face was getting so hot I could barely stand it and my rear was pretty cold. I turned to heat up my backside. I was now staring off into pure blackness as my eyes were adjusting from the fire to the rest of the world. A few tranquil seconds passed, then I saw a small glowing point in the darkness. It was like the bad guy/Saturn dream, yet this one had no guilt, only a warm feeling of hope. As the glow grew, I could see a figure moving toward me under the glow. He materialized into a handsome priest in typical, if old-fashioned, brown robe get-up. Behind him was a group of shadowy people, they were not taking form as solidly as the priest. Just as he was close enough for me to reach out and touch him. He blinked off, like turning off a TV.
Shit. I didn’t get to ask him anything.
Then I heard jangling and horse hooves. I snapped my head around, ready to fight if some gang was sneaking up on us. Weird. I must not have woken up. I was now standing on a wide dirt road watching a few horse-drawn carriages go by. My right hand gave a strange jerk as I almost dropped what it was holding. I gaped. Really gaped with an open mouth. I was holding a fluffy white parasol. I was in a lacy cream and yellow colored full-length dress. Even on Halloween I would not be caught dead in such a frew-frew costume. But it was not a costume. Everyone was dressed like it was 1900 or something. Hats, long coats, nothing but hands and faces open to the sun.
“Miss Jolene, are you OK?”
I turned slowly to look into Mick’s brown eyes. No. It was an older man with dark hair and grey temples, not Mick’s sandy-blonde head. But this guy had a little scruff on his face, like the first time I saw Mick. It was Mick, but it was also a stranger to me.
“Miss Jolene, what’s wrong?”
“Who, who are you?”
“What? You’re serious. I’m Matt Etulio, I’m your father’s trustee. I take care of all your finances. We’ve been friends for years now, since your father passed.”
“Oh.”
“You must have gotten too much sun, come along inside and I’ll get you some water.”
I jumped as a Model-T huffed along in front of me.
“Ha! Those things do take some getting used to, don’t they?” laughed Mick – um – Matt.
Then BAM, the TV was shut off again. I woke up groggy this time, like most people when they wake up suddenly from a dream. But the dreams didn’t fade as I helped with breakfast. I was getting a little tired of camp-cooked bacon and potatoes. No eggs as any in the houses would be spoiled by now. My mind was on pancakes when Mick came up.
“So – I think I got what we were trying for, and some
“No. No…” I let my words trail off as I thought. “I wonder if we are the ones healing faster? That would finally be one nice thing about this whole AB crap.”
Sue leaned into Ed, in obvious agreement. Then we wondered off to the spots where we were going to settle down for the night.
On purpose, I put my rose crystal right next to my head as I prepared for sleep that night.
Mick saw what I was doing.
“Are you trying to control what you dream?”
“Damn right. This is crazy stuff we are having to deal with. If we have some sort of guiding spirit thingie, then it better reach out and give me something to help all of us with.” I had flipped my hands around in anger as I was talking. Mick caught them and held them together in front of him. He was looking deep into my eyes. No judgment in his look. I loved those deep brown eyes.
“OK. Just don’t be disappointed if you don’t get what you need.”
I nodded.
“I actually think that is a good idea, so I’m going to copy off you and find some granite to sleep on.”
I smiled a thank you at him.
~ ~ ~
I was warming my hands over a bonfire. Watching the flames jump, a bright orange against the black night. My face was getting so hot I could barely stand it and my rear was pretty cold. I turned to heat up my backside. I was now staring off into pure blackness as my eyes were adjusting from the fire to the rest of the world. A few tranquil seconds passed, then I saw a small glowing point in the darkness. It was like the bad guy/Saturn dream, yet this one had no guilt, only a warm feeling of hope. As the glow grew, I could see a figure moving toward me under the glow. He materialized into a handsome priest in typical, if old-fashioned, brown robe get-up. Behind him was a group of shadowy people, they were not taking form as solidly as the priest. Just as he was close enough for me to reach out and touch him. He blinked off, like turning off a TV.
Shit. I didn’t get to ask him anything.
Then I heard jangling and horse hooves. I snapped my head around, ready to fight if some gang was sneaking up on us. Weird. I must not have woken up. I was now standing on a wide dirt road watching a few horse-drawn carriages go by. My right hand gave a strange jerk as I almost dropped what it was holding. I gaped. Really gaped with an open mouth. I was holding a fluffy white parasol. I was in a lacy cream and yellow colored full-length dress. Even on Halloween I would not be caught dead in such a frew-frew costume. But it was not a costume. Everyone was dressed like it was 1900 or something. Hats, long coats, nothing but hands and faces open to the sun.
“Miss Jolene, are you OK?”
I turned slowly to look into Mick’s brown eyes. No. It was an older man with dark hair and grey temples, not Mick’s sandy-blonde head. But this guy had a little scruff on his face, like the first time I saw Mick. It was Mick, but it was also a stranger to me.
“Miss Jolene, what’s wrong?”
“Who, who are you?”
“What? You’re serious. I’m Matt Etulio, I’m your father’s trustee. I take care of all your finances. We’ve been friends for years now, since your father passed.”
“Oh.”
“You must have gotten too much sun, come along inside and I’ll get you some water.”
I jumped as a Model-T huffed along in front of me.
“Ha! Those things do take some getting used to, don’t they?” laughed Mick – um – Matt.
Then BAM, the TV was shut off again. I woke up groggy this time, like most people when they wake up suddenly from a dream. But the dreams didn’t fade as I helped with breakfast. I was getting a little tired of camp-cooked bacon and potatoes. No eggs as any in the houses would be spoiled by now. My mind was on pancakes when Mick came up.
“So – I think I got what we were trying for, and some
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