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Once Upon a Dreamspace Dreary

You wouldn’t know about it to look at it, but the eight hundred plus words I wrote for the latest scene took about two and a half hours.  I was super distractionable last night (is that a word?  Is now) and it seemed as if it were never going to get written—it damn sure wasn’t going to write itself, because my characters are too tired to do it without help, and guess who that is?

Also, after writing the longest scene of the novel, I turned around and wrote the second shortest.  Must be a “I need some time” thing happening there.  But, believe it or not, there is a lot happening in this scene.  It’s not just filler between one event an another:  it’s something more.

Here you go–you get it all.  Enjoy and be puzzled.


(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)

The second Kerry opened his eyes he recognized the dreamspace Annie and he shared. No matter the location there was always something that made him understand he was in a dream, and that his physical body was sound asleep. Most of the time it was because he was dressed in his pajamas, and he found it necessary to change into more suitable clothing.

Tonight it was easy to well he was in a dream: everything was a uniform gray, much like when he was was in the clouds near the top of Mount Katahdin prior to the Mile High Flight. He felt something solid under his bare feet, but it was hard to say if he were standing inside a structure or not: there was nothing here that gave any indication of shapes or forms near him—

“Hello, Kerry.”

It was a girl’s voice, though none he’d ever heard before—for certain it wasn’t Annie, for even here her faint Bulgarian accent came though. He quickly found the owner of that voice, however: she was standing directly across from him, perhaps eight meters away, slightly shrouded by the grayness. He wasn’t surprised that he’d heard her voice so clearly, for sounds and images came across far differently then they did in real life.

“You’re not Annie.” He didn’t shout, for there wasn’t a need. Just as she’d spoken in a normal voice, Kerry knew she’d hear him perfectly.

The girl took a step towards him. “No, I’m not.”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Though she wasn’t completely clear yet, Kerry saw her look about. “And yet here I am.” She chuckled softly. “Can’t say why Annie isn’t here, but it’s probably a good thing, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know about that.” The gray spread away from his dreamspace visitor, and Kerry was able to see her clearly. While he couldn’t quite judge her height, he figured she wasn’t much taller than Annie or him. She wore a faded pair of jeans, sneakers, and a V-neck tee shirt. Her hair was shoulder length, curly, and a shade of red almost identical to his. Though he couldn’t make out her facial features well, even from this distance he saw she shared the same pale Irish complexion his mother and he possessed. “I’d rather Annie was here.”

The girl shrugged. “Maybe tomorrow night.”

Kerry finally found the opportunity to ask the question he wanted to ask at the start. “Who are you?”

The girl grinned. “You know who I am.”

“Afraid I don’t.”

“You sure?”


“Oh, well.” She snapped the fingers of her left hand. “Funny how memory works, isn’t it?” She took another step in his direction. “Don’t worry: in time we’re going to know each other well.”

Something twisted around in Kerry’s head, making him shiver even though there wasn’t any way he could feel a chill. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.” She motioned for Kerry. “Come a little closer.”


“Because eventually you’ll want to see me better.” She giggled. “You gotta trust me on that one, Red.”

Kerry took one step closer towards the girl, even though he thought getting closer to her was a bad idea as soon as it was mentioned. “How do you know that?”

“Know what?”

“That nickname.” He slowly took another step towards the strange girl. “Only Coraline uses that nick.”

“Oh, well . . .” When she smiled her teeth were bright against her alabaster skin. “You’ll find there’s a lot about you I know.” She she half-turned her head to the right as she pointed at him. “It’s you that needs to know about me. That’s why we’re finally meeting.”

Taking another step towards the girl made Kerry uneasy, but at the same time the urge to discover who she was and why she was here was a bit frightening. I should be able to make myself leave the space, but things are playing out for some reason. It’s like what happened with Annie and me in the last dream . . . “What’s some important about me getting know about you?”

“Because you need to understand—”

“Understand what?”

“Everything.” It was only after she winked at him that Kerry saw her eyes were as green as his. “You have to know everything.”

He finally forced himself to stop moving towards the girl, which seemed to surprise her. “Stop it.” After the evening he’d just had with his parents at dinner, he’d wanted to spend time with Annie talking and cuddling—not dealing with some dream sphinx. “Stop with the puzzles.”

“Sorry.” She stopped walking as well. “I forgot you’re analytical: you don’t deal with the abstract—at least not until you’ve had a chance to give it some thought.”

“Yeah.” He huffed out a semi-held breath. “Why do you want me to know everything about you.”

“Because . . .” She hooked her thumbs in the pockets of her jeans. “You hold my life in your hands.”


“You hold my life in your hands.”  Not like Kerry hasn’t done that already, but this is . . . something different.  How different?  You’ll find out–in time, of course.

So, there is only one scene to go in this chapter . . .

Looks like someone's making a Skype call to America.

Looks like someone’s making a Skype call to America.

And the novel is just over the fifteen thousand word mark.  This next scene may or may not throw it out of novelette size and into novella length, but if not, that will happen by the following scene, of that I’m certain.

And then it’s off to Berlin and a “Welcome to the Next Nine Months” meeting with a certain Chestnut Girl.

21 thoughts on “Once Upon a Dreamspace Dreary

  1. G’morning, Cassie,, It’s 3:15 AM, California time. Yay, California ! Ugh,drought.

    This is what I’vebeen waiting for ! ! Kerry’s graet, great grandma, aunt, relative ? The same girl who was in his rune dream ? And did you just give a clue who she is ( was ) ? The Phoenix ? I speculated before the Phoenix is Kerry’s relative.

    I wonder why Kerry holds her life in his hands. Is she still alive , ? The Phoenix is a spirit, right ? ( although I’m assuming she’s The Phoenix )

    Wow ! This is a very important scene ! !

    As I was reading this, I thought that was Emma, and how the heck did she manage to be in Kerry’s dream ? Then…. a big sigh of relief.

    Great chapter, cassie.

  2. Is that The Midnight Meeting ?

    * sipping coffee * I’m wondering why her life is in Kerrys hands…. or maybe she’s not referring to LIFE, exactly,but the continuation of her existence, as a spirit or whatnot.

  3. Ok… I know that can’t be Emma because I’d like to think he’d recognize her, but still… it’s going to be interesting. I don’t know from their short visit if she’s trying to be a romantic interest as Emma was ir if she just… is. I can’t explain it. All I know is something about her make a my hair stand on end, and I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad.

  4. Cassie, she’s the Phoenix….. she’s also Kerry’s ancestor….. I don’t know why her EXISTENCE is in Kerry’s hands…..
    * pondering*
    Wait a sec….. Calling Bolder is right after this meeting….. I wonder what his relative revealed that Kerry had to call Emma. Does it have to do with Polar Express, and with that round object Emma was holding in her hands ?

      • Emma is the girl in his teacup vision… that girl has gray eyes… Emma has gray eyes…. and it looks like a tundra , somewhere in Canada…. ahhh, we talked about this right? I was able to pinpoint that place in his vision. … Port Nelson is in Canada, he he.

        I wonder why Kerry called Emma…. it’s too early for the Polar Express.

          • Does it mean that’s the reason ( whatever it is ) why Kerry calls Emma ? Of course, Emma wil lnot let that pass without making a verbal pass on Kerry. She’s going to get her precious moments with the love of her life , he he. ” Awww, c’mon, Emma, say her name…. *pouts* donwanna. ” It’s Skype , right ? Oh, yeah. ( Sorry, I’m bitchin’ again ❗

          • Have have envisioned a moment where Emma asks, “So, how is . . . . . . . . . . . . . Annie?” Like, it’s really painful for her to say her name now that she’s got Kerry on the phone, so to speak. You just gotta suck it up, Buttercup, and say that girl’s name. 😉

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