Upon a Wave Chicane

Yesterday had its good and bad moments.  This last week has been bad for returns:  I’ve a new outfit and a pair of shoes that I have to box and return this weekend, which sort of pisses me off, because I really wanted both of them to work out and they didn’t.  And for most of last night I was working from the point of near-exhaustion.  I mean, by the time came to turn in, I was literally struggling to keep my eyes open, and I was probably out in five minutes after crawling into bed.

The good news there is I woke up fifteen minutes before the alarm went off, so up comes the computer and I’m here ready to do my thing.  Today and tomorrow are left for the week, so I hope they go quickly, leaving me to go off for a visit on Saturday, something I need in a good way.

I did finish the scene, though in no way did I start on the next because tired, people, tired.  I did come up with a scene for my kids that happens a few years into their future, but I’m not telling what it is, nah nah, I know all these things before you.  Just so you do know it made me cry, but right now everything makes me cry because tired and near the end of my hormone cycle, so getting weepy is the order of business.

As for this scene–well, Annie is a determined little girl, that’s for sure.  The Overly Attached Witch Girlfriend is gonna see her boyfriend awake and asleep no matter what . . .

"I've put a spell on you--For Reals!"

“I’ve put a spell on you–For Reals!”

. . . and what Annie wants, Annie gets–

 

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

Unlike being in her dreamspace, Kerry’s swirled around like the fog was stuck in a cyclone. There were thing poking through here and there—parts of his house, what looked like the Fight School Ready Room, a section of what looked like a street in London—and Annie thought that Kerry was just falling into REM sleep, so his dreams hadn’t begun. She stood on the edge for a few seconds and watched things flow together, then floated into the maelstrom looking for her soul mate.

She found Kerry near the middle, lying upon something that appeared to be a dream version of his bed. He was under the covers, his head on the pillow, staring upward through half-closed eyes at a ceiling that didn’t exist. Annie realized this is probably what they all looked like before the dreaming started: asleep in the physical realm but semi-aware in their dreamspace until one’s subconscious formatted the space into a viable dream.

Annie didn’t need to wait for Kerry to begin dreaming; she was here, standing in his space, and while it might be possible to alter his space, there was somewhere else where would likely be easier to share a dream—

She picked up the light-as-a-feather Kerry and held him tight before drifting backwards towards the edge of the dream sphere. Annie felt there wasn’t a need to flow through the dreamform of Kerry’s space: there was a corridor that linked his and hers to their shared space, and she thought if she concentrated hard enough they find it, enter the corridor, and…

There was a slight jerk at her back and Annie felt them surging backwards as the fog faded out and light drew close around them. They were only in the corridor for what felt like a few seconds before they entered a realm of gray and lavender mist. This is ours— Annie looked around as she released Kerry and set him to floating before her. We’re in our shared space.

The mist began to move as their subconscious minds began to format the contents of the sphere. Annie didn’t want Kerry to miss this, so she began lightly tickling the tip of his nose. “Hey, my mlechna banitsa—” She giggled as his face began twitching. “Come to me. Come be with me.”

Kerry’s eyes snapped into focus and he turned his head to the left. “Annie?”

“Yes, my love.” She floated so she was laying next to him in dream air. “Happy Boxing Day. Can you guess where we are?”

He looked around. “This is—” He twisted around so he was facing Annie. “We’re in our dream space, aren’t we?” He smiled when she nodded. “Are you dreamwalking?”

Annie nodded again. “Yes—finally. Now . . .” She looked off into the distance. “I think there’s somewhere we can go that we haven’t visited in a while.”

 

There he is, her sweet little pastry, all nice and cuddly with her in a dream that she’s walked.

Our time together is like a dream, and our dreams together are like--real life?  Whoa.

Our time together is like a dream, and our dreams together are like–real life? Whoa.

As for the title of this post . . . it comes from a misheard song lyric found in the song Can’t Get It Out of My Head by Electric Light Orchestra, from the concept album Eldorado.  Given that the album is about a person who finds they only truly come to life when they are in dreams, it’s a fitting song for these scenes.  One of the lyrics in the song is “Walking on a wave she came,” and for some crazy damn reason I always heard it as “Walking on a wave chicane,” which is probably something Kerry would do as well.  Which means I’m going to leave you with a song–

–and promise we’ll see where they are in a dream tomorrow.