me with Mom when I was younger, remembering a happier
memory of us at the park to combat the anxiety that threatened to
overtake me.
Calm down, I told myself. It’s just a dream.
You’re freaking out for nothing. It worked. I quickly shut off the
computer and climbed back into bed, but sleep eluded me.
****
The next day was Saturday. I helped Aunt Jo
finish painting the dining room in the morning. Having the
afternoon free, I decided to do a little research in the library.
Just as I suspected, there was nothing there about Damien,
Montavere Castle, or the Black Knight; I thought it more likely
that I’d have to go to England for that.
I considered researching witches, but part of
me didn’t want to know anymore about what they’d done to them long
ago. It somehow seemed too real for me. I asked the librarian to
direct me to the section on psychology. I had decided to look up
dreams and their meanings. If I couldn’t understand what I was
dreaming about, perhaps I could try to find out why I had these
nightmares. I also considered that, if I could unlock my mind, I
could discover more about the people in my dreams. It was
frustrating to think that everything I wanted to know was already
buried somewhere in my mind, if only I could access it.
The first book I found explained the history
of dreams, using terms from Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud that were
interesting but not exactly what I was looking for. I didn’t think
my dreams were about a traumatic childhood experience, but I did
think that my subconscious was definitely playing a large role in
what I saw. I scanned the shelves, letting my hand trail the book
bindings until I came across one title, Paranormal Hypnosis:
Uncovering Your Past Life. I stopped there.
Intrigued, I pulled the book from the shelf,
not entirely sure if this was what I wanted. I didn’t think it
could hurt just to see what it said.
I flipped through the chapters and finally
turned to look through the index in the back. I let my finger trace
the topics until I saw it: “Dreams and Past Life Experiences,”
pages 200-238. Okay, this looked interesting. Maybe I’d been
reincarnated from some former life. It was creative, at least.
The chapter opened by explaining that the
patient under hypnosis often remembers his or her past life through
dreams. I read one intriguing paragraph twice.
****
Patients become more agitated and easily
distracted by their recurrent dreams, which intensify until the
patient seeks help, often through hypnosis, when they remember
their past life. Through hypnosis, patients can resolve conflicting
events or emotions from their past or redress wrongs. They can
access loved ones, even from hundreds of years ago. Because their
past life hinders their present one, they must settle whatever
happened to progress in their present lives.
****
I was intent on reading the rest of the
chapter when I heard my name being called.
Through the space between the stacks, I could
see Zack and Annie with two students from our history class.
“Hi,” I whispered, waving to them. Annie was
getting up to come over, and I hastily shoved the book back on the
shelf, a little self-conscious.
“What are you up to?” she asked.
“Oh, not too much, just doing a little
research for our history project,” I answered, not looking in the
direction of the book I’d been reading.
My answer was not entirely false. We did have
a history project coming up, and I was considering doing one on the
Middle Ages, realizing as I said this that I wasn’t looking at
history books. I wasn’t even in the history section.Fortunately, no
one was paying attention that closely.
“Didn’t sound like you needed to do too much
research in class,” I heard Zack say through the stacks.
I blushed.
“Just ignore him,” Annie said, rolling her
eyes.
“Seriously though, why don’t you come sit
with us?”she offered.
“What are you guys up to?” I asked.
“The usual. Zack’s pretending to
memory of us at the park to combat the anxiety that threatened to
overtake me.
Calm down, I told myself. It’s just a dream.
You’re freaking out for nothing. It worked. I quickly shut off the
computer and climbed back into bed, but sleep eluded me.
****
The next day was Saturday. I helped Aunt Jo
finish painting the dining room in the morning. Having the
afternoon free, I decided to do a little research in the library.
Just as I suspected, there was nothing there about Damien,
Montavere Castle, or the Black Knight; I thought it more likely
that I’d have to go to England for that.
I considered researching witches, but part of
me didn’t want to know anymore about what they’d done to them long
ago. It somehow seemed too real for me. I asked the librarian to
direct me to the section on psychology. I had decided to look up
dreams and their meanings. If I couldn’t understand what I was
dreaming about, perhaps I could try to find out why I had these
nightmares. I also considered that, if I could unlock my mind, I
could discover more about the people in my dreams. It was
frustrating to think that everything I wanted to know was already
buried somewhere in my mind, if only I could access it.
The first book I found explained the history
of dreams, using terms from Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud that were
interesting but not exactly what I was looking for. I didn’t think
my dreams were about a traumatic childhood experience, but I did
think that my subconscious was definitely playing a large role in
what I saw. I scanned the shelves, letting my hand trail the book
bindings until I came across one title, Paranormal Hypnosis:
Uncovering Your Past Life. I stopped there.
Intrigued, I pulled the book from the shelf,
not entirely sure if this was what I wanted. I didn’t think it
could hurt just to see what it said.
I flipped through the chapters and finally
turned to look through the index in the back. I let my finger trace
the topics until I saw it: “Dreams and Past Life Experiences,”
pages 200-238. Okay, this looked interesting. Maybe I’d been
reincarnated from some former life. It was creative, at least.
The chapter opened by explaining that the
patient under hypnosis often remembers his or her past life through
dreams. I read one intriguing paragraph twice.
****
Patients become more agitated and easily
distracted by their recurrent dreams, which intensify until the
patient seeks help, often through hypnosis, when they remember
their past life. Through hypnosis, patients can resolve conflicting
events or emotions from their past or redress wrongs. They can
access loved ones, even from hundreds of years ago. Because their
past life hinders their present one, they must settle whatever
happened to progress in their present lives.
****
I was intent on reading the rest of the
chapter when I heard my name being called.
Through the space between the stacks, I could
see Zack and Annie with two students from our history class.
“Hi,” I whispered, waving to them. Annie was
getting up to come over, and I hastily shoved the book back on the
shelf, a little self-conscious.
“What are you up to?” she asked.
“Oh, not too much, just doing a little
research for our history project,” I answered, not looking in the
direction of the book I’d been reading.
My answer was not entirely false. We did have
a history project coming up, and I was considering doing one on the
Middle Ages, realizing as I said this that I wasn’t looking at
history books. I wasn’t even in the history section.Fortunately, no
one was paying attention that closely.
“Didn’t sound like you needed to do too much
research in class,” I heard Zack say through the stacks.
I blushed.
“Just ignore him,” Annie said, rolling her
eyes.
“Seriously though, why don’t you come sit
with us?”she offered.
“What are you guys up to?” I asked.
“The usual. Zack’s pretending to
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