Speculations of the Dreaming Kind: Sleeping Suppositions  

Because today is something of a big day for me, I promised I would get the last scene out of the way and finish up what’s going on in Chapter Twenty.  And guess what?

Totally did that.

Totally did that.

Oh, and also:  I came within four hundred and seventy-five words of one hundred and eighty thousand words.  Woot!  Another month and I’ll crack two hundred thousand . . . didn’t I say this novel would finish up around two hundred and twenty-five thousand words?  Yeah . . . about that–

Forget about that for now:  at the moment Coraline’s sitting with Deanna in her school apartment, and the question “What does it mean?” has been asked.  Where does that take us?  Here:


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

Deanna wished she had tea at this moment, as the simple act of holding the steaming cup brought her comfort. “If we were talking about another boy in another relationship, I’d venture that the girl is a subconscious desire to warn the boy that his relationship is wanting or doomed.” She rubbed her fingertips together. “But we are talking about Annie and Kerry—”

“Yeah.” Coraline glanced at her slippers and chuckled. “There’s no way those two are in danger of breaking up.”

“I agree.”


Seers and doctors alike agree:  these two lurv each other.  No breaking up stuff for them!  Onward:


“So we’re back to the question of ‘What does it mean?’ again.”

Deanna knew that wasn’t exactly true. “There are two other possibilities. One is that someone is dreamwalking him; the other is that he’s having a vision.” She switched arms and now rested her chin against her left hand. “Both have their merits and problems.”

“A vision can’t kick you out of a dream.” Coraline leaned forward, her hands on her thighs. “That’s something a dreamwalker would do.”

“There is a lot of truth there—and it would be difficult to dreamwalk a real vision. But a dream vision?” Deanna shook her head. “There are schools of thought on the matter that a skilled dreamwalker could enter a dream vision—”

“Do you believe that?”

“I do. I’ve never tried it, but then, one would never know if they were inside a dream vision or a normal dream unless they knew what they were seeing.” Deanna slowly ran her right index nail up and down the middle of her upper lip. “What did you think of the school uniform the girl was wearing?”

“A Cernunnos B Level?” Coraline remembered the look they’d exchanged when Kerry mentioned that detail. “That can’t be coincidental, either.”

Deanna shook her head. “Annie didn’t think so, either.”

“She did her damnedest not to react when she heard that one.” Coraline chuckled darkly. “It’s a good thing there isn’t a student like that here now—”



The detail of the school uniform that Carrot Girl–a favorite name from one of the readers that I have adopted, because we’re all about our veggies here–was not mentioned in the scene where Kerry discussed his dreams; one of the ideas with this scene is that far more was discussed after I ended the prior scene.  Now we know:  she was a Cernunnos B Level.  Which is why the following comes up:


Coraline saw the meaning behind the word. “You think it’s a vision?”

“It could very well be. Perhaps next year, or the year after—”

“Or the year after that.”

“—We’ll see a girl like the one Kerry’s described walk through Founder’s Gate and get placed by The Phoenix in Cernunnos—”

“Where she’ll run into something when she’s a B Level that will require Kerry saving her life?”


Coraline’s only asking that because Kerry’s already proven that he’ll jump in and do stupid things to save the lives of ginger hair girls.  Well, not stupid:  I’m sure nearly everyone at school who knows of him saving Emma from the Abomination thinks his actions were brave.  Unless their name is Annie.  Then they likely think he was stupid.  Though they’ll never say that in public.  Well, maybe once.  Or twice.  We’ll see.

This gets Deanna to pointing out that the idea of Kerry saving someone he’s never seen before isn’t all that strange for this joint . . .


Deanna shrugged. “Stranger things have happened here, haven’t they?” She sat the tip of her nose against the top of her left index finger and looked away from the woman across from her. “Did you ever imagine when school started in 2011 that one of the first things you’d do is tell a boy from Cardiff that a Bulgarian girl was in love with him?”

“No, I didn’t.” Coraline replayed that particular memory that moment, remembering how concerned Annie appeared when she asked Coraline to examine the boy who helped her to the hospital; how Kerry stared when Coraline began using the scanner; the way he seemed talking about wandering Amsterdam with Kerry before coming to school; and the look upon his face when she told him that Annie was madly in love with him. “I do remember, however, that when I was telling you guys what happened the next day you didn’t seem all that surprised.”

“Well, you did tell us at the end of Orientation Day and I’d already met them, so . . .” She left the question hanging. “Maybe I already suspected something about their relationship?”

“Sure.” Coraline flashed a slight smile as she got to her feet. “Anyway, what’s next?”

“Just as we advised—” Deanna rose and escorted Coraline to the door. “Kerry keeps track of his dreams, and when this girl appears again—which I’m certain she’ll do—he’s to write down what happened, then come and see us.” She hesitated before waving the door open. “Perhaps more information will make it easier for us to determine what’s happening.”

“You really don’t know what’s happening—” Coraline turned to face the seer. “Do you?”

Deanna shook her head slowly. “Not a clue.”

Coraline pursed her lips. “It must suck not knowing.”

“Actually, no, it doesn’t. Sometimes it’s nice not knowing.”


“Sure.” Deanna waved her hand and the door opened slowly and quietly. “I do like to be surprised from time-to-time, you know.”


Deanna likes surprises.  That’s one bit of good news.  And this thing with Kerry is . . . surprising her.  Um, yay?  Is she really surprised, or is she just telling Deanna that?  Hum . . . well, I know, but I’m not saying.

Chapter Twenty-One is next, and it looks like it’s full of Express Farewells, puppets, and death.  You know what?  That sounds like a hell of a lot of fun.

I better get to writing that tonight.

Speculations of the Dreaming Kind: Living Setup

Well, now, I finally make it back to the blog after a just over eleven hour drive yesterday and an early evening.  I mean, I left all you pretties alone with my words yesterday, and I couldn’t interact as I normally do.

On the other hand, I was taking selfies in service stops in Ohio.  It all works out.

On the other hand, I was taking selfies in service stops in Ohio. It all works out.

Now you know what sort of ring-a-ding-thing Annie is interested in getting when the time come to tie the knot, so to speak.  That girl–when it comes time to say, “Until death do us part,” she means it.  Of course her parents–who she’s said are very romantic–have their astral rings, but one gets the feeling that Annie’s ring for Kerry is going to be extremely elaborate and done with a lot of love and care.  Also, she’s had years to work on and refine the design, which is gonna put a lot of pressure on Kerry to come up with something of equal brilliance.

I’ve said before that Annie knows what she wants, and what she wants (1) she gets, and (2) this particular want has ginger hair.  She isn’t letting Kerry get away, and she’ll make sure everyone knows he’s hers . . .

Etched Into Your Skin

Okay, maybe this last is a little too much.  After all, Kerry will do the same to Annie–

But enough of rings and weddings that won’t take place for years if they do take place (do I know something you don’t?  Ha!), we have other fish a-frying right now . . .

And to find out what sort of fish we’re talking about, it’s time to visit a couple of adults a little later in this same day . . .


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

Deanna completed the last of her unpacking when there was a knock on her door. While the first weekend of the new year, when staff and instructors returned to Salem, wasn’t a normal time for people to get together and meet in the Instructor’s Residence, Deanna had expected this knock from early this afternoon. She decided not to make her guest wait: she straightened her abaya and turned towards the knock. “Yes?”

The door opened and Coraline half-peeked into the room. “May I come in?”

“You may.”

Coraline—still wearing most of her outfit from the morning save she’d swapped out her new boots for a pair of warm slippers—eased into the room and gently shut the door behind her. “Do I need to change my shoes?”

Deanna normally had her guests take off their shoes and put on slippers she made available, but given Coraline’s current foot ware she didn’t see the need to change. “What you have on is good. What’s on your mind?”

Coraline wrapped her arms around herself. “I’ve been thinking about our meeting today—”

“I gathered that.” Deanna pointed to the chairs in the small living area. “Let’s sit.”


I’ve not shown much of the inside of the Instructor’s Residence, but if you think of it as a large, comfortable efficiency hotel, then you get the idea–though a group of large studio apartments without separate kitchens are likely closer to the truth.


Nearly every room in the Instructor’s Residence was the same: a large room with a bedroom area and a living area, with doors leading to a large closet and a separate bathroom. Deanna’s living area was simple: two chairs, a small table, and two low bookcases, with little in the way of decorations on the walls. She waited to Coraline to take her seat before sitting. “I could ask the kitchen to send up some tea—”

The school’s doctor shook her head. “That’s okay; we just ate an hour ago.”

“Very well.” Deanna settled back in her chair. “What’s bothering you?”

Coraline fidgeted for a few seconds. “The meeting we had with Annie and Kerry this morning . . .”

“Yes, what of it?”

“Did you notice the one connecting thread in those dreams?”

Deanna set her right elbow against the arm of her chair and rested her jaw against her propped-up hand.

“Besides the girl in the dreams?”


“You’re talking about Annie—” Deanna tapped her right index finger against her cheek. “Aren’t you?”

Coraline nodded slowly. “Yeah.” She crossed her legs as she lightly kneaded the spot directly above her heart. “Annie was present at four of the dreams, either in person or while dreamwalking—and given that Kerry was arguing with his parents about her the night he had the first dream, she could probably be considered a trigging factor.” She shrugged as if trying to push the thought away.

Deanna let out a breath she’d held since asking her friend that last question. “You’re right: Annie’s been at each dream, and her influence could have played a part the first one.” She rested her jaw against her hand once again. “Five times is too often for it to be a coincidence.”

The women sat looking at each other for a few seconds before Coraline asked the other question on her mind. “So what does it mean?”


Good question:  what does it all mean?  Does Deanna have some ideas about why Annie also appears connect to Kerry’s dreams?  Or is it all just a fantasy and there’s nothing here to see.

I can only say one thing:

As soon as I'm done taking morning selfies, I gotta get writing.

As soon as I’m done taking morning selfies, I gotta get writing.

The Dream Annalists: The Evaluation


The music really helped move things along last night:  I was sort of stuck in some mid-80s to early-90s grove, with a trip back to the 70s ever so often, and it was all good.  Also, Furious 6 was on the telly, and I was so digging the car chases and stunts.  Every so often I’d have to stop writing and watch the show just so I could go, “Damn.  Now that’s a stunt.”  Gotta love stuff like that.

The scene is finished, by the way.  Take my word for it–

I also have pretty picture showing I tell the truth.

I also have pretty picture showing I tell the truth.

And it turned out to be a pretty good sized scene, if I say so myself.  Of course there’s so much going on here–so let us not wait.  Here’s how it finishes:


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

Coraline and Deanna exchanged glances for the first time since Kerry began speaking of his dreams, letting their feelings show without a word. Coraline popped the question that had been on his mind for a while. “How clear are these dreams?”

“It depends. The first couple it was like standing in gray fog with nothing around you—”

“Much like unformatted dreamspace—” Annie looked at Deanna. “No?”

“Yes, you’re right.” Deanna broke into a wide grin. “You would know that now.”

“I guess she could.” Coraline went back to Kerry. “What about the other times?”

“The next couple of times it was like we were standing in one of the tunnels here at school.” He managed a short sip of his drink. “Not like the Chunnel, but one of the others. If I had to give it any thought, I’d say it’s like the one from the Great Hall to our end of The Pentagram.

“Uh, huh. And what about this last one?”

“Well, this one was like the first couple: a lot of gray and fog and . . .” His voice softened as he started at his food. “I don’t remember a lot.”

Deanna examined his face closely. “How much do you know?”

“I remember we started talking and then . . .” He shrugged as looked up and faced the women at the table. “That’s all.”


At least Kerry is remembering his dreams this time–save for this last one.  The one where Annie busted up the party.  I’m sure someone just read this and went, “Hummmmm . . .”


“That’s okay.” Deanna rested her hands upon the table. “Since you’ve spent so much time with this girl, can you tell us what she looks like?”

There was a slight pause as Kerry gathered his thought. “Um—light complexion, long curly red hair to about here—” He touched both sides of his torso just below the armpits. “Green eyes, freckles—” He chuckled for a few seconds. “It’s kinda how I’d imagine my mom looked when she was my age.”


Hi, Mom!  Yeah, you can see Kerry almost smiling over that one.  Almost.


“Is that how old this girl seems? Around your age?”

“Yeah, she does.” He looked down as he shrugged. “I just get that feeling.”

Deanna nodded slowly while Coraline took at turn speaking. “Was she dressed a certain way?”

“Um, uh . . .” Once more he shrugged. “The first couple of times she wore jeans and a tee shirt with sneakers; after that—” He blinked twice as if something startled him. “She was wearing school uniforms.”

Deanna and Coraline exchanged glancing again before the later turned to Annie. “Do you remember what she was wearing last night?”

Annie looked upward as she thought. “Jeans and a pull over tee. I didn’t see—wait—” She closed her eyes for about two seconds. “She was wearing boots: Uggs, like mine.”

Coraline flash as smile. “She has good taste.”

Annie half-rolled her eyes. “Obviously. Oh, another thing: she’s shorter than me—maybe three centimeters.” She smiled at Kerry. “I thought you might mention that, my love.”

“Yeah, I’d—” He laughed as he looked at her. “I didn’t know if it was important.”

“Everything is important at this point, Kerry—all details tell us something. We now know that your dream girl is about six centimeters shorter than you.” Deanna hadn’t known until a moment before if she wanted to make the next observation, but she felt it was needed for Coraline’s benefit. “This is the girl from your rune dream, isn’t she?”


There you go:  Deanna said The R Word.  She isn’t the only one who noticed–


Annie gave her opinion before Kerry answered. “I believe so.” She tilted her head slightly as she spoke to her soul mate. “She looked the way you described her in your dream.”

“I know.” Kerry began rocking slightly in his chair. “I know she’s the same girl. But that dream was a year and a half ago: why is she bothering me now?”

Coraline began to speak, but Deanna leaned towards her and spoke in a soft voice. “I’ll tell you later.” She then addressed the two children across from her. “There can be any number of reasons for this reemergence, Kerry. I think her appearance in your rune dream was a way of your mind telling you that you did know Annie, and that you shouldn’t dismiss her—”

He nodded. “That makes sense. But she’s not doing anything like that now. She’s just—” He left his statement drifting off into nothingness.

Annie slid closer to Kerry. “What is it?”

“She’s not helping me with anything this time.” The frustration in his tone was evident. “She just says things that don’t make any sense—like, why does she want me to always get close to her? Why does she want me to touch her.” He shook his head as he felt for Annie’s hand. “I don’t get it, Sweetie. I just don’t know what this is all supposed to mean.”

“That’s why they’re here, my love.” She nodded towards the women across from them. ”We’re going to find out why these dreams are happening.” Annie shifted her gaze. “Isn’t that right, Deanna?”

I don’t need to have vision to know what Annie means with that look and tone. Deanna nodded once. “We’ll do our best, Annie. We’ll do everything we can for you both.”


There is it:  the whole scene.  And you got to see it all.  Nothing hidden–but not a lot told.  You know as much as Coraline and Deanna.  And probably Annie and Kerry as well.  But now some important people know about Carrot Girl–yes, I’m using this name!–and they’re on the case.  As much as it is a case.  And I wake up this morning and discover a conversation going on about these dreams.

Now, since I’m in a pretty good this morning, I’m going to leave you with a couple of things.  First, this whole issue of Who Is Carrot Girl?–you, the readers, will learn the answer . . .


In Act Three, Part Eight, Chapters Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, and Twenty-Nine.


That’s where it’s all resolved, and just so you also know:  from the first scene of Chapter Twenty-Seven to the last scene of Chapter Twenty-Nine, exactly twenty-four hours go by.  This is The Big Time for this novel, so to speak.  Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.

And this is what I was listening to last night, and part of the morning, and it takes me back to the days when I worked in Downtown Chicago.  Enjoy.

The Dream Annalists: The Hiding

First off let’s get this out of the way:  there wasn’t a lot of writing yesterday.  Why?  Because I had a major bobble on a program that I thought was right, it bobbled the schedule a little, and that led to a talk where . . . let’s just say the stress and depression of the last couple of months caught up with me and I had a major breakdown at work.  Like, you know, the sort of breakdown that happens in front of people.  It wasn’t pleasant and it wasn’t pretty.  I managed to get things corrected, but still:  it wasn’t a good moment for me, and I was still way down in the depression dumps when I arrived home.

On top of that I needed to run out and mail a few things so by the time I actually got back home and was ready to write, my window was small due to needing to get off the computer by ten to watch Fargo.  Put all this together and not a lot ended up on the page.

"Wasn't it about now I was supposed to be independently wealthy and have all this behind me?"

“Wasn’t it about now I was supposed to be independently wealthy and have all this behind me?”

But . . . a little something was noticed in the story.  It seems there has been a bit of hiding going on . . .


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

What?” Annie couldn’t keep her surprise hidden. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Kerry didn’t need to give it much thought. “It was the night before my first Red Line race.”

“I remember that day—” Deanna looked out of the corner of her eye in Annie’s direction. “And so should you.”

“I do.” Annie couldn’t forget that day, for that morning she visited Deanna to discuss her first successful dreamwalking experience. And to also see something special about Kerry and I . . . But something else returned to her memory. “’It won’t be much longer’.”

Kerry sat up as if poked. “That’s what she said.”

Annie nodded. “I know: I heard it.”


Let’s remember that while Kerry knew Annie was trying to dreamwalk him–she’d told him so in a couple of her letters–she didn’t tell him she was trying at school, and she never mentioned this attempt–until now.  Nor did Annie mention the video she watched with Deanna, but that’s another story.  Needed less to say she heard a snippet of this conversation, and decided not to tell Kerry–though I expect Deanna had something to do with that decision.

Ah, but let’s get a little further down this conversation–



“I dreamwalked you that night, but I was unable to get into your dreamspace.” Annie reached over and took Kerry’s hand in hers. “I didn’t tell you, either. But I did go and see Deanna about what happened.”

The seer nodded. “Yes, we had an interesting conversation.”

Kerry turned to Annie, then glanced at Deanna. “Oh—” She returned Annie’s hand squeeze. “Okay.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Naw.” He chuckled as he shrugged. “I guess we both kept it from each other.”

Annie was aware there was more than just her aborted dreamwalk and what she heard that she’d kept from her love, but now wasn’t the time to bring it out. “It would seem so, my love.”

“Now that we have that out of the way—” Deanna was eager to get the discussion back on track. “What happens in these dreams?”

“The first few times we’d talk.” Kerry didn’t look away from anyone as gave his explanation. “She’d tell me stuff like I knew her, and that I needed to understand her—one of the things she’d tell me, at least in the first couple of dreams, is that I held her life in my hands.”

“Really?” Coraline glanced at Deanna. “Damn strange thing to say in a dream.”

“Even more so in more than one.” Deanna tugged at her sweater, adjusting it. “What else did she say?”

“She’d ask me stuff like how I was feeling, had I thought about what we’d talked about in the last dream . . .” He turned towards the girl on his left. “She’d ask about Annie, too.”

Coraline perked up once more. “What did she say?”

“Uh, huh. She’d, um . . .” He looked away from everyone at the table for a second, then refocused on Annie. “It was the third dream, when I was in the hospital, that she started asking about how much I’d said to Annie about the dreams, and that—” He broke eye contact and looked down as his lap.

Annie gave his hand another squeeze. “What did she want to know?”

He let out a faint breath and he faced her. “She said it was only a matter of time before you met, and that she wanted to be ready for you.”

“We did meet—” Annie twisted her face around into a vicious smirk. “Apparently she wasn’t ready.”


Okay, then . . . the girl in Kerry’s dream knew she was going to meet Annie and she wanted to be ready.  And when they did meet, Annie got a Kick Out and told that it was way too soon.  Which raises the curiosity factor a little more each time as to what is going on here.

I’m feeling better this morning, which means I should be able to get into the story more tonight, and maybe even finish off this scene.  Because there’s still some good things to come, even in this mess–

The Dream Annalists: The Warning

Well, this is interesting, isn’t it?  Yesterday was the first day of NaNo, and I really came very close to actually getting a Day One total of sixteen sixty-six.  Not that I was trying for that, but I came within about seven hundred and fifty words.

Unlike the last four years, I’m not doing NaNoWriMo this year.  Given that this coming Saturday I’m heading back to Indiana for a few days, and that, of late, I’ve been crazy nutty busy and left with so little energy at the end of the day that I consider eight hundred words a good finish to the evening, I thought that NaNo would be a complete fail for me.  Know your limitation, folks, and stick to what you know is possible.

However . . . last night I also did this:

You have to expand the picture if you want to see the numbers.

You have to expand the picture if you want to see the numbers.

With this scene I passed one hundred and seventy-five thousand words.  Took me three weeks to get the last twenty-five thousand, but I did it.  That said, let’s look at numbers:  I started The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: A For Advanced for NaNo 2013, so by reaching my goal last night on the start of NaNo 2015, I’ve written six hundred thousand words for this series in twenty-four months.  That’s a steady twenty-five thousand words a month for two years, but more importantly, that’s the equivalent of twelve NaNo Win–and two of those wins did happy during NaNos 2013 an 2014.

Really, I can take a break.  I think I’m hard at work on my novels.

So I left Coraline and Deanna standing outside the magically closed-off lounge area at the back of the first floor ward getting ready to go in.  You may as well see how that turned out, as I’ve already showed you the first eight hundred and forty words–


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

Annie and Kerry were still in their pajamas, sitting at the round table in the back enjoying a Bulgarian breakfast of mekitsa and ayran. Deanna was a big amazed at how quickly Kerry had assimilated into part of Annie’s culture by partaking in the food she enjoyed. One could say she’s getting to him through his stomach, but she always approaches Kerry through his heart . . . “How are you this morning?”

Annie nodded with her mouth full, so Kerry spoke first. “Fine, professor.”

“Oh, please—” Deanna sat as Coraline re-sealed the black privacy spell. “It’s morning and school won’t begin until tomorrow. It’s Deanna.”

Coraline took a seat next to the seer. “And I hope you know my name, too.”

Swallowing as soon as she could, Annie took over for her slightly chagrined boyfriend. “We do, Coraline. And good morning to you. Good morning, Deanna.”

“Good morning, Annie.”

Kerry took a quick sip of his yogurt drink. “Good morning, Deanna; good morning, Coraline.”

“Morning, Annie; Kerry.” Coraline set the tablet before her. “Okay, I’ve read Gretchen’s report and Deanna’s had a chance to go over what I know as well.”

“Yes, and I have a few things I want to say before we get into specifics.” Deanna turned to Annie. “I do not want you dreamwalking again, not until you have a better understanding of what’s involved, and you learn how to defend yourself against . . .” She searched for the proper phrase. “Issues similar to the one you encountered last night.

“I know what it means to you to be able to see Kerry in his dreams whenever you can—” She reached out to the visibly crestfallen girl. “I don’t want you getting hurt, Annie. I know over-achieving is the norm for you, but dream magic is astral magic, and that’s an area unlike what you’re most comfortable doing.”

“I know.” Annie refused to look at Deanna—at anyone in the room—and her tone told everyone exactly what she felt.


At this point telling Annie not to try doing magic years before she should is like asking her not to breathe, and she’s not a happy girl. For those dreams are the way she stays in touch with Kerry, and now that it looks like she’d gonna have to make their shared dreams work through dreamwalking, she’s a bit heartbroken to be told not to do this.  Deanna, however, is not cold hearted . . .


Deanna gave Annie’s hand a squeeze. “I’ll do this for you: if you refrain from dreamwalking, I’ll do a special study for you next school year. Normally I won’t teach anyone dreamwalking until their

D Levels, but you already understand how it’s done, since you’re so advanced in all other fields, you’re safe to for these studies.”

She pulled her hand away as she sat back. “But I mean it when I say no dreamwalked—even over the summer.” She nodded towards Kerry. “You ran into something you couldn’t handle in his head—imagine if you were to encounter something more dangerous.”

Kerry found Deanna’s statement surprising. “What’s in a dream that can hurt you?”

Deanna turned to him. “A lot of things.”

“Stuff, too?” He smiled at his own in-joke—

—That Deanna didn’t get. “That, too.” She sighed. “I should probably teach you as well, since I’m certain that someone—” She glanced at Annie. “—will show you how to walk as soon as she more confident about what she’d doing.” Since he everything Deanna said was true, Kerry simply nodded his agreement.


Poor Geeky Kerry:  trying to get off jokes that only he gets.  But it has to leave people wondering:  what sort of stuff and things are there in dreams that can hurt you?  Don’t worry:  one day I’ll tell you.


“With that out of the way—” Deanna slid Coraline’s tablet in front of her and set up a file to enter notes. “Tell me what you can of this dream. Or, based upon what Annie said, series of dreams.”

“Okay.” He took another sip of his drink before clearing his throat. He’d told Annie parts of this story as it had happened, but this was the first time he’d needed to recount everything to strangers.

“I’ve had five dreams so far—”

Annie cut him off. “You’ve only had four.”

“There’s one I didn’t tell you about.”


Annie.” Deanna placed her hand closed to Annie’s. “We’ll get to it in time. Please let Kerry explain this his own way.” Annie nodded and turned her attention back to Kerry.

He waited a few more seconds before continuing. “The first dream was the night I got my travel package—that was the fourteenth of August, ‘cause that’s when I woke up—” He mentioned the next two dreams—the second one on the flight over from Berlin two and a half weeks later, and at the end of November, when he spent the night in the hospital after being wrecked by Emma—and then mentioned the following dream . . . “The fourth one came the week before I left on the overnight flight—”

What?” Annie couldn’t keep her surprise hidden. “Are you sure?”


Yes, Annie, he’s sure, and you’ll find this out tomorrow.  It’s going to take a while to get all of Annie’s and Kerry’s Dream Adventures out of the way, and we’ll start with finding out just what happened in that dream that Kerry never told Annie about–

Though you’ve already see it.

Dreaming Questions

First off, Blessed Samhain and Happy Halloween.  By now, in my fictional world, my kids are up and facing the day, and Kerry is probably getting ready for an exciting day of racing before preparing for an evening of costumed dancing.  What will Annie and he go as?  Hummm . . . I guess I gotta work on that, don’t I?

And speaking of Kerry–man, did I get a response yesterday!  The mystery dream ginger, aka Carrot Girl, has put in her second appearance, the first since she shook up Kerry way back in the middle of August.  Little did I know when Annie went in to her OTP’s dream and proceeded to get her ass kicked out that people would respond.  Then again, it’s a big moment in the story, and sort of sets the mood for the rest of Act Two and most of Act Three.  Like it or not, shit is hitting the fan, and there’s little gonna keep it from coming.

Speaking of Act Two–the last scene of Chapter Nineteen is finished, and that means the chapter is finished and so is Part Five.  2012 is done and gone, and 2013 came in with a bang–

Time to move on, yeah?

Time to move on, yeah?

Yes, it’s time to move on.  And since the last scene was only six hundred words and a bit of change–which means Chapter Nineteen is one of the shortest chapters I’ve written in the series–you’re gonna get it all.  Mostly because everyone who had questions about yesterday what to know what happened next.

Here’s where you find out–


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

The comforters wrapped around Annie as she tumbled off the sofa. She groaned when she hit the floor, slightly stunned due to the combination of impact and being kicked out of a dream so abruptly, then began trying to extract herself from the tangle of the blanket. Being wedged between the sofa and coffee table make her excursion difficult, and after a few seconds of getting nowhere Annie flew straight up about three meters and cast off the comforter.

Only then did she turn her attention to her soul mate.

She floated down next to the sofa and found Kerry still asleep but struggling. His body was twitching, mostly his arms and legs, and his head trembled. He didn’t appear at all relaxed: he was tense and his face pinched, as if he were in the middle of a struggle. His hands were balled into fist and he almost seemed as if he were pushing himself deeper into the sofa cushions.

He was mumbling, and Annie moved closer to catch the words as he hissed them out between clenched teeth. “You can’t . . . You can’t.” He whipped his head to the left and back to the right. “You can’t do—you can’t. I don’t want—” His voice grew louder. “You can’t do that. You can’t.” Kerry began thrashing about on the sofa, his face twisted into a fearful grimace. “Don’t do this. Don’t. Go away. Go Away. Go AWAY. GO AWAY—”

Annie couldn’t watch any longer. As dangerous as it might be to pull someone out of a nightmare, she knew that whatever was happening inside Kerry’s dream had something to do with the girl who’d thrown her out. She didn’t bother with subtlety as she grabbed Kerry by the shoulders and shook. “Kerry, wake up. Wake up—wake up now. Wake Up.”

He stopped shaking and screaming though his eyes remained closed—but only for a second. They snapped open as he unleashed a long scream. After five seconds he began shaking and gasping for breath.

Annie continued holding him by the shoulder as she tried to get his attention. “Kerry—Kerry.”

He finally heard her voice and looked in her direction. “Annie—”

“Are you all right?”

He seemed almost on the verge of hyperventilating. “Annie . . .” He gulped, trying to regain control and focus. “I didn’t—”

“What is going on?” Annie sat on the edge of the sofa, continuing to hold Kerry’s shoulders. “I was in your dream—”

He nodded, his head twitching slightly. “I know.”

“I saw her.”

“I know.”

“Who is she?” Annie leaned closer. “Who is that girl?”

He began shaking all over. “I—”

“Kerry, what’s wrong?”

“I—” This time he began choking for air. “I—”

She started stroking his cheek. “Shush, shush: it’s okay.” Annie wrapped her arms around him and held him close. “Don’t tell me now; not now.”

Kerry hugged Annie as he rested his head upon her shoulder. “I’m sorry—” His breathing slowed as his panic subsided. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, my love.” She closed her eyes as she hugged him tight. “Come on—” Annie stood and began gathering up the discarded comforter.

Kerry seemed confused. “What’s happening?”

“We’re going.”


“To the hospital.” She rolled up the comforter and tossed it into a corner of the sofa. “Deanna’s here, and I’m guessing Nurse Gretchen is as well.” She helped Kerry to his feet. “I have questions, and we need answers.” She lightly touched his chin as she smiled. “Whomever that was, she kicked me out of your dream—and I’m damned if I’m going to let that happen without at least understanding how and why . . .”


Annie gets tossed from Kerry’s dreamspace, and suddenly shit gets real.  She’s gonna find ol’ Carrot Girl and . . .

Like I've said, never piss off Annie.  Never.

Like I’ve said, never piss off Annie. Never.

Overly Attached Witchy Girlfriend is probably gonna end up tossing a few fireballs in someone’s direction, and that’s not gonna go well for them.  So grab the popcorn–

It’s probably gonna get interesting from here on out.

Engaging Nightmares

I think I mentioned something about this scene–well, maybe not this scene in particular, but what was coming.  I’ve hinted that some strangeness was about to go down, and guess what?  Here that is!

It’s a strange scene.  For one, it’s short:  about eight hundred and thirty words total, I don’t believe I’ve written much that’s shorter.  And because the last two scenes weren’t very long, Chapter Nineteen has the chance to become the shortest chapter in the book–so far, I should point out, but I can’t see many more chapters clocking in at around five thousand or so word.  I only say this because I know the next scene won’t be all that long, and once that’s written chapter and part are complete, and I can move on to writing about all the fun stuff about to come.

Because the scene is so short, you’re getting it all in one shot.  That means sit back and enjoy . . .


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

When Annie finally popped into her dreamspace she took a few seconds to calm herself and release her imaginary breath. She looked about her unformatted space and crafted a chair to sit in while she determined what she should do next.

As she’d drifted off to sleep she’d wondered if her crafting had been sufficient to dreamwalk: that she was here was proof enough that the spell worked, but she considered the possibility that it might not be enough to allow her to enter Kerry’s space. Though she wasn’t certain of the exact time, she knew some time passed between her falling asleep and the dreamwalk spell beginning.

However, Annie had a plan.

When she’d dreamwalked Kerry the week before she was able to pull him out of his space and into their shared space by using the corridor that seemed to link their individual spheres to the larger one. She planned to use her corridor to reach their shared dreamspace, then move down the other corridor to Kerry’s. It was also her hope that by sleeping next to Kerry the minimal physical distance would result in their being a minimal astral dream distance.

There was only one way to find out.


Annie is becoming the quite the little dreamwalker:

Though I'm of the opinion that Annie isn't seeing many Canadian Geese in Kerry's head.

Though I’m of the opinion that Annie isn’t seeing many birds flying about inside Kerry’s head.

But she just can’t let the little Ginger Hair Boy sleep.  Like a new witch with a shiny toy, Annie’s gotta go off and get inside his dreams so she can hang with him a while longer.  I mean, it’s not like she’s actually keeping him up or something.

So, then:  out of her head and . . .


Annie floated out of the imaginary chair, which vanished as soon as she was a half-meter above the seat cushion. While there weren’t visible landmarks in her space to let her know the location of the corridor, she remembered the feeling she’d experienced when she’d located it while in Kerry’s space: a sensation not unlike falling a short distance. She began moving in different directions in her dreamspace, looking for that same feeling. She wasn’t concerned about the time she’d spend looking for the exit: an hour here wasn’t much more than a minute in the physical realm, so while she might grow tired of looking, she wouldn’t run out of time.

She didn’t need to worry, however: after a few minutes of her current dream time she encountered the falling feeling and went into the sensation. Seconds later she was rushing along the narrow gold corridor, popping into the shared dreamspace moments later. Annie understood the topography of their dream world and zipped across the much later space until she felt herself falling once more, entering the corridor taking here to Kerry’s space.

The emergence into Kerry’s space was far different than the last time she’d dreamwalked him. Then the space was in the process of formatting itself and was filled with colorful mist; this time everything was a dull, uniform gray, including the fog which seemed to limit visibility to just a few meters.

Annie attempted to get her bearings, slowly walking away from the falling feeling at her back. When she’d appeared last time Kerry came into view almost immediately, but now there was nothing. It was entirely possible that all the gray fog were interfering with her ability to find him, and she wondered if perhaps Kerry wasn’t fully immersed deeply enough into REM sleep to be here.

Anything is possible. Annie set her hand upon her hips and set her weight on her right leg as she thought. I’m not an expert in dreamwalking, so everything that’s happening is an ongoing learning experience. She turned slowly intending to search in another direction. Maybe while I’m here I can try formatting

There was someone else here with her–and it wasn’t Kerry.


And . . . this isn’t what I’d call good.


She was almost face-to-face with a girl, one about three centimeters shorter than her with long, curly ginger hair and bright green eyes. Like Annie she, too, was dressed in pajamas, making Annie wonder if this girl was more than just a figment of Kerry’s dreams—Could she be a dreamwalker as well?

Annie managed a weak smile. “Hi, I’m—”

“You need to leave.” There was an edge in the girl’s voice that didn’t sound like anger. “You need to go now, Annie.”

“How do you know my name?” Annie tensed slightly; while everything in the dream realm was new to her, encountering someone or something that knew her name didn’t leave her at ease. “What are you doing here?”

The girl took one step towards Annie. “You can’t stay: you need to leave this dream—” She seized Annie by her upper arms. “—and leave immediately.”

There was no time to react: in an instant Annie was off her feet and spinning around as the girl drove her backward through the gray fog. Annie was too shocked to take action: for the first time she felt at a loss as to what to do, for while she could dreamwalk, she didn’t understand dream fighting . . .

The girl stopped and pushed Annie away from her hard. “Stay out of this dream.” She yelled as Annie hurtled away from her. “Stay out of his space.”

Annie flew back into the dream foam of Kerry’s space and slammed through hard. She was through in a moment and snapped violently into the astral dream realm—


Was  there a moment there where Annie thought, “This wasn’t what I expected,” as she was physically thrown out of Kerry’s head?  And here we see for the first time that there are things one can do to protect themselves from other dreamwalkers, but since Annie wasn’t expecting to run into others, why bother learning?  Because you never know who you’re going to run into while out on a dreamwalk?

And it would seem that Annie has met up with someone who’s been popping into Kerry’s head once in a while.  But, you know, this is one of the reasons your girlfriend flies into your dream, so she can make sure there aren’t any strange girls already there.  And not only did she find a strange girl, but said girl just kicked Annie’s ass–

You can bet she’s not gonna let this one go any time soon.

Spoken On a Hill of Dreams

As I am wont to say another chapter is in the bag.  I finished up Chapter Eighteen about ten-thirty last night, and this morning checked to discover it’s the second shortest chapter after Chapter Three, so I’m still bringing in a few scenes where a lot goes on but not a lot is said.

And that’s okay, because it’s not always a good thing to go on and on about nothing.  Like I’m doing now, right?

This is where the dreamwalk ends for our kids, or at least we get a fade out on what’s happening.  We had Annie speaking of her attempt to get a mobile phone or computer and getting shut down, and here we find out why she feels her parent’s reaction was far different that at other times . . .


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

“Their refusal felt different.”

“How so?”

“In the past when I’ve ask for something there’s always some hesitancy about committing, maybe even a few words along the line of ‘We’ll think about this’ in the hopes that I’ll forget about the matter.” Annie slid closer, her shoulder touching Kerry’s as she continued staring into the dream sky. “There wasn’t any of that this time: they tried to deflect the request a few times, then went right to no.” She rested her head against Kerry’s. “They’ve not done that before.”

Annie had already told Kerry a number of stories of things she’d requested or wanted over the years, and how she’d managed to wear her parents down—as she’d done with her lake house—or simply ignore them until things worked out for her in a favorably way—as had happened when she’d originally decided not to attend Salem. “What changed this time? Maybe they’re starting to get tougher on you because you’re now a teenager?”

“No, not that.” She chuckled. “If anything, they’d have to know I’m likely to become even more insistent.” A deep silence settled between them for nearly a quarter of a minute. “The way my mother phrased everything . . . I think she may have seen something, my love.”

There wasn’t any need to explain Annie’s comment: Kerry was aware that her mother had a touch of sight. “With you or with me?”

Annie didn’t want to worry Kerry right now: she’d dreamwalked him so they could spend loving time together. Now’s not the time to tell him what I truly believe . . . “I think she was speaking of both of us—”

“Meaning probably me.” He moved around until his head was resting against Annie’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Darling, I’m aware that things might not go easy for me this summer.” He almost rubbed the cheek his mother struck a day and a half before. “Mom’s not having an easy time adjusting to me, and I can’t imagine it’s gonna get easier a few months from now.”


Yeah, mom’s having a hard time adjusting to the new Kerry, and she shows it by slapping him.  He knows he has reason to worry, because there are three little words he needs to say when it comes time to return to Cardiff for the summer, and they are words Annie never had to utter–if anything, she heard them from her mother and father, and they swapped out the “I’m” for “You’re”.  Deep down inside, Kerry’s hoping his return home doesn’t turn into a Monty Python skit.

But he won’t have to face that alone, and from here things start turning a little lovey dovey–


Annie held him tight while running her fingers through his hair. There were times when she nearly forgot all of this was happening to their dream forms, for at this level of dreaming everything was incredibly real. Right now she felt his nervousness emanating from his body: a tenseness in his arms, a change in his breathing, the way he formed words. All the little tells her soul mate carried that told her Kerry was worried, and he was doing his best to hide his feelings. “You know I’ll be there for you, my love.”

“I know.” His voice carried a dreamy quality, as if he were starting to fall asleep in her arms.

“I may not have a phone or a computer when we return home for the summer, but we’ll write as we do now, and . . .” She gave him a soft hug. “When I get better at dreamwalking, I can come and we can talk here.”

Kerry rolled to his right and snuggled against Annie’s body. “I promise, I’m not going to obsess over this summer while we’re at school. We have your solo flights to work on; I’ve got to work on my Mimicking; and we . . .” He kissed her on the cheek. “. . . have way too much time to spend together.”

Annie wrapped her arm around his torso. “We don’t have that much free time any more.”

“I know. That’s why I don’t want to spoil everything with me focusing on my problems.” He kissed her again, then settled against her. “It’s not fair to you.”

She kissed him on the forehead. “Thank you, my love. You are nothing if not considerate of my feelings.”


If there is one thing Kerry does, it’s take Annie’s feelings into consideration as much as possible.  And here he is, snuggling up against her, because Kerry really does love to be held–somethings he’s not gotten at home in a long time.  He knows they don’t have as much personal times at school this year as they did the year before, and the last thing he wants to do is screw up the next few months for Annie because he’s scared at what waits for him there.  This version of Kerry is doing far better than the last version–you might say he’s . . . (puts on sunglasses) leveled up.  YEEEEARRRRGGGG!

Let’s finish this and see where my kids are going:


“Only the best for you, my darling sarmi.” He closed his eyes as he sighed. “Just a little over a week and we’ll be back in Vienna—”

“Together.” Annie felt him breathing against her. We shouldn’t be breathing; there isn’t real air here. It’s just something we carry with us from the physical realm. “And from there . . . back home.”

Kerry slowly moved his head. “Our home—for now.” He traced small circled upon Annie’s pajama top. “One day we’ll leave school together and not have to return to our parent’s home—”

“Where would we go?”

“Oh, you know . . .” He moved his finger upward until he touched her chin. “Maybe France?”

She nodded. “A little château of our own?”

“A little one with a wall and a garden and maybe a separate building for you to do your studies and keep your books.”

“Yes, my love—I would love to share a home like that with you.” Annie pulled Kerry against her as she felt her dream heart pour out. At that moment she didn’t want the dream to end—and when it did, she wanted to roll over and find Kerry sleeping next to her. It will happen. One day, it will happen.


There you have it:  they want a little château behind walls and Annie can have her own little building on the grounds where she can do her dark witchy things.  It won’t be long before they make this dream come true, and before you know it the little pitter-patter of tiny witch feet will sound throughout the house–followed by an explosion as a kid tries out one of Mama’s spells.  Annie’s also getting used to being called a little cabbage roll, so there’s that, too.

That chapter one, and one more to go before we leave Part Five behind–

See?  Just like I said.

See? Just like I said.

As for the next chapter I will tell you this:  it is going to end in a very unusual way, and hat’s going to lead to a rather strange opening to Part Six.  Don’t worry, though:  it’s all good.  Really.  Okay, maybe not that good . . .

Beyond the Threshold of a Dream

Let’s discuss stuff . . . and things.  The last few days haven’t been all that bad, but I found myself in a strange position after dinner and libations last night.  Strange as in, “Why do I do these things to myself,” you know?  At least I survived the events of last night–and allow me to say right now that they weren’t that dangerous or bad, I was just in a bad mood that I had to fight to get past.

But that’s all beside the point:  there was writing, just over seven hundred words, and they were good.  Finally we get to see them in their shared space at a place we’re heard of before, but you have to go back to the first time that Kerry finally realized who Annie was to understand this part of the story–


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

Kerry called the place Napa Country, after the wine growing region near his old California home. He originally wanted to call the place Golden Country, but decided avoiding any links to 1984 dreams landscapes was a great idea. He figured the more he stayed away from dystopian hell-holes that had a chance of coming true, the better.

But Napa Country was far more than just a place that grew grapes. It was a pleasant countryside with roads winding through hilly, tree-line fields with no indication of encroach of civilization other than a directional sign here and there. Since it was a dreamscape one never grew tired walking or cycling, it was never too hot or cold, and the breeze over the hills was always refreshing.
And when it was time to take a break, there were many hills upon which one could sit and enjoy the countryside with the company of another—


I don’t mind saying that 1984 was an important book to me when I was younger, and much of it stuck with me and remains there today, forty years later.  Now, I’ve never been to Napa region of California, mostly because I’ve never been to California, but that doesn’t mean I can’t imagine the place.  Kerry would know it for sure, because he didn’t live too far from there, and likely had a few chances to visit the place.

But how would Annie know of it?  Well, she came to California in a way, didn’t she?  In some recess of her memories she probably remembered one of their dreams from when Kerry stilled lived on the Left Coast, and when they first met in Cardiff Dreamin’, she pulled that memory out and made it dreamy real.  And there’s a particular spot in that world where they like to go . . .


There was one hill in particular he enjoyed, and it was one Annie and he hadn’t visited in a while: the last occasion has been the evening of his eleventh birthday. So much had happened on his hill which sat about fifty meters back from the road and maybe fifteen meters higher, with a small grove of trees maybe ten meters behind them. It was here that they came that first dreamwalk after he moved to Cardiff and they learned each other’s true name; a year later Kerry professed his love for Annie, and she let him know she’d loved him for some time; a few months after that moment, the night of Annie’s tenth birthday, she confessed that she was a witch, and that she could do magic in the real world.

It didn’t matter what roads they took: like Rome, all roads eventually led here. Kerry understood that was how dreams worked, that while he might find himself in a factual layout of a town or building or house, there were times when things turned absolutely Escher-like and roads, halls, and paths would go places one never expected, or simply double back on themselves.

This time, after the landscaped formatted and the mountain bikes appeared, they rode past their hill—as with so many other places where important events occurred to them, he thought of the place as “theirs”—five times while traveling various highways. It was only while approaching their hill for the sixth time that they both received the message that perhaps there was a reason it wouldn’t vanish somewhere beyond the dream horizon.

After setting their bikes aside, they walked hand-and-hand up the side of their dream hill an sat for a few minutes before laying back so they could hold hands while staring up at the sky. It reminded Kerry of their second weekend at school, when they spent part of Saturday flying about the grounds before coming to rest on the north shore of Lake Lovecraft and spent a few hours laying in the grass. He understood now why that moment seemed so normal and nearly perfect: his memories of this dream place, locked away behind a mental barrier he’d created out of sadness, pain, and fear, were leaking into his mind, reminding him of this place he’d shared with the girl beside him.

They spoke for what seemed like an hour, though time was subjection in their shared dreams. He told Annie about the Christmas Eve argument with his mother and the aftermath that night; she told him of her request for a phone or computer and how her parents refused to consider the idea right now. Neither was happy to hear the news the other brought, but given their age and distance, there was little they could do to help improve either situation for the other.

“Do you think they’ll let you get a phone this summer?” Kerry gave Annie’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Or do you think they’re just gonna blow you off?”

“I haven’t any reason to believe they’ll ignore me.” Annie still wasn’t as skilled with English idiom and slang as was Kerry, so they didn’t attempt that often. “They know by now that I can become rather insistent when I becomes necessary.”

Kerry chuckled. “What Annie wants—”

“I usually get.” She chuckled with him. “But this time—”


“Their refusal felt different.”

“How so?”

Yes, how so?  Stop with the sucky fact stuff, kids, and get to the point.

Yes, how so? Stop with the sucky face stuff, kids, and get to the point.

You should know by now that I’m not getting to that “How so?” until tomorrow, because I need to write it tonight, yeah?

At least, at this point, they’ve discussed the things that have happened to them in the last few days, and Mommy Malibey should be careful who she’s slapping, because her future daughter-in-law isn’t an ojamajo doremi and would put a serious dent in her ass if she thinks it would help Kerry.  That should be an interesting discussion for one day:  “So . . . Louise.  I’d like to speak about all the times you’ve been mean to my soul mate . . .”  And since Annie literally can kill you with her brain, I somehow don’t believe she’ll have many of the same mother-in-law issues that some wives have.

"I'm unhappy with you, Louise.  Go to your room--now."

“I’m unhappy with you, Louise. Go to your room–now.”

For sure I’ll write tonight because I don’t anticipate much writing happening Saturday.  But I’ll have more on that tomorrow.

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.

Dreamscape Annie

Real life was out and about last night; I finally met up with a friend who I hadn’t spoken with in about a year, and we decided it was finally a good idea for use to spend some time together chatting  and acting like real people who have lives.  And it was a good chunk of time:  about three and a half hours of food, iced tea and Coke, food, and a shared dessert.  And during the time we made plans to head out to King of Prussia to go shopping because there are things we need like sweater dresses and cute cold weather boots, because we are women who like to look, well, cute.

"If we're gonna freeze in the winter, we're gonna look cute doing so!"

“If we’re gonna freeze this winter, we’re gonna look cute while freezing!”

This meant that there wasn’t a huge amount of wordage last night, but I wanted to advance the scene, so about three hundred and seventy-five words was scribbled up in some thirty minutes as we saw what happened to Annie in her dreamspace:


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

Annie walked forward and up to the wall of the bedroom; the moment reaching it she stepped through and out into the space beyond the window. In real life she would fall nine meters to the ground unless she levitated or flew, but here she willed herself to remain standing upright, and did so as if she were standing upon a solid surface. She turned and waved her arm, making the house vanish and leaving her dreamspace uncluttered and unformatted, returned to the swirling gray mists she’d encountered the first time.

Knowing what to expect, Annie soared upward until she reached the apex of the sphere. She paused long enough to sense the surface, then pushed through the foam until she reached the astral realm where dreams resided. She didn’t see their shared space, but the corridor that linked hers to that stretched away, fading into a wall of mutable pastels. Annie didn’t need further encouragement: she was here and action was required.

She launched herself off into the astral dream realm.

Though it felt like she was moving quickly, the sensation of speed was more of an assumed event than a real thing. There wasn’t any actual frame of reference: the sensation wasn’t much different than flying through a heavy cloud bank unable to see the ground. She kept the corridor thread to her right and followed it onward. At the end she’d find Kerry, sleeping peacefully twenty-five hundred kilometers from her dreaming form. She would encounter his dream space and—

Ahead their joined space lay, but she didn’t stop there: she flew around the flattened sphere, found the other corridor, and continued onward. Now it seems as if time accelerated, for it seemed only seconds passed before she encountered the other sphere at the end of the corridor: Kerry’s dreamspace. The failure she experienced the last time came back but she pushed it aside. She was filed with confidence that if she could manage to get through her space with easy, then getting into his would be just as easy.

Annie pushed her right hand into dreamfoam and watch her arm disappear up almost to her elbow. She didn’t need to wonder if she was going to succeed this time: it was guaranteed.

She pulled herself into the foam and vanished into Kerry’s dreamspace.


And there she goes:  finally getting out of her dreamspace and into her that of her soul mate’s.  When I climbed out of be this morning–as I type this that was about forty-five minutes ago–I had the modified versions of an old Heart song in my head:  “Oh, Annie/Dreamscape Annie/Little witch of dreams . . .”  This means if she can figure out how to do this with some regularity, Kerry’s gonna have a visitor nearly every night–like it was for so many years before they started school.

Since I should be home most of the evening tonight I’ll finish this scene–which, honestly, won’t be very long because I’m almost to the end–and then I’ll start in on the next scene, which is the last of the chapter.  And once that last scene is out of the way, that means the kids are through with Yule and heading back to school.

And then . . . it gets really fun.

Imagining Into the Box

Yesterday was hugely busy.  I had face zapping, both with laser and electric needles, and I also had my brows plucked.  The pain wasn’t that bad, though last night and this morning my chin–where I had the electrolysis performed–is oozing like mad; I’ll likely need to redo my makeup there again and again today.  Then there was programming at work and a little bit of fasting:  I only ate breakfast about seven-thirty, and then didn’t have dinner until almost twelve hours later.  And then, slowly but surely, I got back into the story and wrote nearly another five hundred and fifty words.

It is a fact I’m not writing as much right now.  I know why:  I’m tired and coming down off some depression, and that always affects my output.  I’m also doing a lot more editing as I go, but being tired makes getting the words out all that more difficult.  This is one of the reasons why I’m not doing NaNoWriMo this year:  mentally I’m not up for it, and physically I know cranking out seventeen hundred words a day is an impossibility right now.  I’m happy with my ten thousand words every two weeks, so NaNo will just have to do without me.

Where is the story?  It’s almost the end of Christmas Day, and Annie had something on her mind when she went to bed–but, you know, I really should let her tell the story:


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

Annie’s eyes snapped open bringing the bottom of her bed’s canopy into view. A small surge of disappointment flowed through her, because she’d expected to find the gray mist of her dreamspace surrounding her instead. Since her dreamwalking attempt a few weeks before every other attempt ended in failure, either resulting in a normal dream she couldn’t control, or forcing her awake before she could craft the spell properly.

She so wanted to Dreamwalk Kerry tonight. It was Boxing Day in Wales—or would be in ten minutes, according to her clock—and she expected that Kerry would love to see her the night after Christmas. Annie knew he wouldn’t receive her letter until the twenty-seventh at the soonest, and the letter she received from him was sent to her the Saturday after they arrived home. If she were lucky she would hear from him again on the thirtieth, and then he would hear from here on either the second or third of January. She wouldn’t worry about hearing from him by letter after that: she expect to see him in person in Vienna on the fifth of January, where they would start to catch up before returning to school—

It wasn’t enough. She wanted to hear from him as soon as possible. She wanted to see him now.

She threw back the covers and sat on the edge of her bed. Annie was wide awake now: the failure of her dreamwalk pushed away all her sleepiness and put her in the mood to do something—that something being reading. When home, Annie often did her best study late at night when most people were fast asleep. As she walked to the study area set up in the corner near the entrance of her bedroom, the object of her study was a given: How to Craft a proper Dreamwalk spell. She found the volume she wished to read, sat in her easy chair, and set the book in her lap ready for at least an hour of study.

Let me see . . . She waved on the reading light before crossing her legs and flipping open the book to the table of contents. Rereading Chapter Two first would make the most

A puzzled look dropped over her face. She extended her right right left and examined her foot. She was wearing her slipper. She lifted both legs straight out and checked both feet: her slippers were there.

That’s interesting. A smile began forming slowly. I don’t remember putting them on.

Annie set the book on the small table next to her chair before standing. Dream mechanics were a simple thing; if she wanted changed what she wore—

She concentrated and her nightgown changed into her favorite blue flannel pajamas she loved wearing to the Midnight Madness.

—Then all she had to do was dream the outfit.

“I’m in my dreamspace.” She waved opened the curtains reveling the darkness beyond. “If this is really a dream—” She loved seeing world beyond her windows as the sun rose. “—then I should be able to do this . . .”

The yard outside brightened in the first rays of sunlight.

“I’m in a dream.” She started chuckling as she bounced up and down on her toes. “I’m really dreamwalking.”


There’s my happy girl:  all save and sound inside her dream.  This is a huge step for her, because when she woke up in her dreamspace, it wasn’t like before when it was unformulated and in its raw state:  this time she was in a simulation of the world around her, reflecting the area most familiar with her.  Also, Annie does like wearing nightgowns at home; they probably wears a few of them at school, too, but only if she knows she’s not going to have to get up and walk around–that might be embarrassing.

Now that Annie’s in a dream, and she seems to have great control over her own dream space, the question is:  what now?

I think you know what.

The real question is will she take her teddy bear?  And does she own one?  And if not, can she just create a dream one?

The real question is will she take her teddy bear? And does she own one? And if not, can she just create a dream one?