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.”

“When—”

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.”

“Where?”

“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.

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 . . .

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.

The Size and the Dreams

As I’ve said before, a few hundred words here, a few hundred there, and . . .

Before you know it, you're got some real wordage goin' on.

Before you know it, you’re got some real wordage goin’ on.

That’s how this scene is playing out.  One bad night of less than three hundred words, and I think I’m going no where fast–and then I realize I’m encroaching on four thousand words for the scene, and suddenly it’s the biggest scene I’ve written since Emma and Kerry were back in Flushing, which I last edited back on 16 August.  This is a biggie, and it’s only going to get bigger, because I know I have at least another thousand words in me.  And in this novel I have written only two scenes of over four thousand words:  Remembering Memory in Chapter Five, which was where Annie and Kerry visited Deanna first day of the new school year and had visions–it is 4,004 words–and Friend’s List in Chapter Two, where Kerry has that discussion with his family, and is the biggest scene at 4,246 words.

So Annie’s gonna talk Deanna’s ear off, it seems.  What a yappity girl, right?

 

 

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

“It’s one of the meditation rooms.” Deanna shifted slightly on her pillowed. “Originally when everyone was in one building, the numerology people were on the ground floor, and the divination people were on the first. All the rooms were quiet and secluded, set up with subdued lighting to get everyone in the right frame of mind to allow their visions to flow forth.

“When the school began construction of this building, Wanda insisted that their meditation room remain in place on the first floor so they could be used for ‘advanced students’.” Deanna gave a relaxed, comfortable sigh. “Even then she knew we’d have advanced students—”

“She was a seer, so she would—” Annie smiled as she turned her head towards Deanna. “No?”

“Yes, she was. Each of these rooms was meant to represent a particular environment, so you have one that’s a bit tropical, another somewhere in the mountains, the third in the plains—”

“And this one in the desert.”

“Correct. And since we want the proper meditative state . . .” Deanna waved her hands; the points of light dimmed as the walls and ceiling faded away, replaced by the illusion of being outdoors and looking up into the night sky. “We can now have a proper conversation.”

It was more than an illusion, however: Annie became completely immersed within her surroundings, and for a moment forgot they weren’t in the middle of an Iraqi desert but were in a building on the western short of the Atlantic Ocean. “Who uses this room?”

“Advanced students, as Wanda intended. I have a few I bring here to instruct—” She glanced towards Annie. “—and some people I bring here for discussions. Like now.” Deanna folded her hands across her stomach. “What’s on your mind, my dear?”

Even though Deanna was correct about her showing up to talk, Annie suddenly found herself at a loss for words. She’d spent some time during lunch coming up with a conversation in her head, points she wanted to discuss and questions she wanted to ask, but now her mind was blank. There was only one thing to do: start right from the beginning. “I dreamwalked last night.”

 

It was pretty much a given that Annie wanted to talk about her dreamwalking experience, but it’s a little more than that–

 

Deanna didn’t question Annie’s stated but rather acknowledged her action. “You did. That’s fantastic. What was it like for you?”

“Strange, as I didn’t know what to expect.” She tapped her fingers against her abdomen. “I saw my dreamspace from the outside.”

“As you should.” The seer chuckled. “Did you dreamwalk anyone in particular?”

Annie gave a short laugh. “Did you need to ask?”

“No. It makes sense, however, as you know Kerry better than anyone else.”

“And he’s right across the tower.” Annie closed her eyes as she slowly drew in a breath. “I saw his dreamspace.”

“Which you would—”

“I also saw our dreamspace.”

Annie emphases gave Deanna a slight pause. “A shared dreamspace?”

“Yes.”

“How did it appear in relationship to Kerry’s and yours?”

“It was like our individual dreams spaces, only larger.” She shifted her eyes from one overhead star to another. “It was between and above ours, and they were connected to it with small corridors.”

“Like it’s an extension of your spaces.”

“I believe so, yes.” Annie turned her head slightly towards the seer. “Did you ever find anything on why we can share dreams? On why we’re connected that way?”

Deanna’s pause was much longer than Annie expected, and she was about to ask the question once more when the instructor finally spoke. “I’ve done some investigations with Trevor’s help, but I’ve been unable to find anything.” She hummed something for about five seconds that was just audible. “What you’ve described sounds like dreamwalking, but it’s not, it can’t be. Even with Kerry being a witch without knowing it, neither of you would have the ability to instigate a dreamwalk accidentally.”

“Not at all?” Over the summer Annie had developed the hypothesis that since Kerry was able to not only create a mental block around his memories of her, and affect her recollection of that happening, that perhaps the two of them together had dreamwalked each other without knowing.

“No, not at all. There’s too much that goes into a dreamwalk that it would just happen. Besides, when Kerry and you began sharing dreams, you were nearly half a world apart. How would either of you know of the other being on two separate continents?”

 

Asking Annie if there was anyone in particular she dreamwalked is a little like asking Helena if she’s ever killed anyone.  Of course Annie dreamwalked Kerry!  Duh.  But Deanna’s hesitation when it comes to answering Annie’s question about what allowed them to share dreams?  And the accidental dreamwalk is ruled out, which does leave Annie grasping for an explanation . . .

 

“True.” Annie wondered about that as well, and it always remained the flaw that tore her idea apart. “But then, what is that allows us to share dreams?”

Deanna’s chuckle came out as a snort. “The simplest answer is, ‘Because you’re different’.”

Annie didn’t find the answer satisfying or amusing. “That’s not an answer, Deanna.”

“No, it’s not.” Again the seer paused long enough to make Annie wonder if she would speak again. “Can I show you something?”

Annie was somewhat surprised by the request. “What do you want to show?”

“Something I’ve never shown to anyone.”

“How can I say no?”

Deanna raised her voice slightly. “Sabrina, please come.”

 

First off, Annie’s right:  Deanna didn’t give her much of an answer.  In fact Kerry would probably say she blew Annie off.  But this leads into Deanna wanting to show her something . . .

And who’s Sabrina?  Maybe a teenage witch?  Like the one sitting next to Deanna?

You know, it’s funny you should ask . . .

Floating in the Domain of Dreams

Before all gets started, major mistake that I’m dealing with today.  Yesterday I mentioned that I was heading off that evening for electrolysis and that today I’d have a messy, swollen face.  Guess what?  That’s tonight!  Yep, I screwed up my dates, and now I’ve got cactus face that I have to carry around at work all day, and walk around in public, so I’ll have the whole “Don’t look at me!” thing going on today.

Then tomorrow I deal with all the pain and swollen face stuff, and won’t that be fun?  Booyah.

Annie’s still off in her dreamwalk, and let me tell you:  writing about this stuff is hard.  Really.  Trying to come up with descriptions of something that I’ve known was coming, but only had a rough idea of what it would look like.  And then, in the body of the work below, I set up some new rules:

 

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

Annie appeared to hover a meter from the outer surface of her dreamspace, but she was aware this was the way her mind interpreted her surroundings. This wasn’t the real Astral Realm, but rather the small portion that filtered through and powered her aura. It wouldn’t matter how far she traveled from her dreamspace to another, dreamwalking would never reveal the real realm to her. In order to see the Astral Realm as it really was, Annie needed to learn Astral Projection—or better yet, master the ability to pull back the Curtain and Astral Walk.

The outer surface of her dreamscape seemed to flow and pulse. She wondered if it was reacting to her own heartbeat, but since she couldn’t tell how her heart was beating at the moment, everything was conjecture. The surface of the space was a combination of blueish-green interlaced with ribbons of pale chiffon flowing through the mass. A smile began to slowly etch upon her face as she realized her dreamspace was nearly the same color as her hair during the Samhain Dance a month before. She wondered if that meant something, if perhaps her subconscious retained the memory and held on to it as something favored and loved. Given what she’d read about dreamwalking, it was entirely possible.

She spun around and looked off in the direction of where she felt Kerry’s dreamspace lay. Normally finding another person’s dreamspace required being in close contact with that individual, or have something of theirs that possessed and astral impression that one could use a guide. The best way to dreamwalk another person was to have a close relationship with the individual, and use the impression left upon you to home in on their presence. Given her love for Kerry, Annie believed she’d find Kerry’s dreamspace without a problem. And if her feelings were correct, it was off that way—

Annie was no more that ten meters from her dreamspace when she caught another structure out of the corner of her mind. She wasn’t exactly certain what she’d seen here besides colored mist and floating dreamspaces, but she didn’t expect to see what looked like a corridor of shimmering golden light. As eager as she was to reach Kerry, she needed to investigate. She changed course and shot off to her left.

No, not this kind of dream corridor. Try again--

No, not this kind of dream corridor. Try again–

What she found was less a corridor and more a tube about a meter across. It sat fixed against her dreamspace and angled up and away to her right. Annie moved her head closer and followed the direction of the tube—

About thirty meters away was another dreamspace. But Annie already knew it wasn’t Kerry’s: it felt wrong. She pushed herself off in its direction, moving slowly upward. Two-thirds of the way to the new space she looked back at hers and saw how much smaller it appeared compared to this new space. It was only as she was about to touch the surface of this new space that the realization hit her:

This is the space Kerry and I share. This is our dreamspace.

Maybe there's a tree in there, too. We'll see.

Maybe there’s a tree in there, too. We’ll see.

Here we are now, with Annie just outside their shared dreamspace.  She still hasn’t found Kerry’s, but she’s found something that indicates their dreams together have a place where they happen.

Also, Astral Projection, Astral Walk, and The Curtain:  completely new spells and terms.  The Curtain is gonna come up again in this story, just to let you know, but not for a while.  What is it?

You’ll just have to wait and see.

Through the Foam

First off, a bit of strange news.  Because of some things–and, of course, stuff–said on this blog of late, I’ve told my friend Skye Hegyes, whose blog I’ve followed for a while and whom I verbally joust with now and then, that I would do a post on Genesis concerts and where the recordings, bootleg and otherwise, can be found on YouTube.  I’m going to do that Saturday morning, because why not?  It’ll give me a break from having to dream stuff up, and you can see where Kerry gets his knowledge.  In fact, one of the shows I’ll mention became a driving reason for him wanting to get out and about with Annie the first time they were alone in London . . .

Depression wasn’t that bad last night, but it’s still there.  This has been the longest stretch I’ve had, going on about two weeks now, but I think I’m getting out of it.  Think.  It doesn’t make for a good time of things at home, let me tell you.  And tonight I need to run out and get my face zapped, so I imagine this evening’s session isn’t going to go  well.  I may just opt for ninety minutes and ask to have my brows cleaned up.  We’ll see.  I am not dreading the moment tonight, but I’m not looking forward to it, either.

And so there was writing . . . just under seven hundred words, because I’m making up stuff like crazy now, and finding the correct descriptive words is a pain in the butt.  It all came out pretty much correct, and so we find out how Annie did with her art crafting–not to be confused with arts and crafts . . .

 

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

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Somnolence at the Bequest

There are more than a few things going on in my life at the moment, and depression is one of them.  It’s been weighing sort of heavy on me the last couple of weeks, and yesterday, after returning from work, it was on of the first times that I fell asleep in my recliner for about thirty minutes, and when I awoke I sort of lay there staring out the window for another twenty minutes.  Really sucky, let me tell you.

And when that happens in your life, it’s sort of hard to kick start the writing engine and get your butt in gear.  Last night I had a bit of cleanup work to do, changing what I knew to be an incorrect work into the correct phrase.  How long does something like that take?  Well, I went through a seven minute song twice before I’d completed the task, so there you are.  Then I set about changing the names of some of the scene in Chapter Fifteen, because after a while they aren’t making any sense, so you gotta switch thing up, right?

And you try to come up with something that seems a little more realistic for your fantasy world.

And you try to come up with something that seems a little more realistic for your fantasy world.

That was done and out of the way.

As you can probably see if you’re examining the above graphic, I didn’t write a lot.  In fact, this scene is short, really short.  Probably not the shortest I’ve ever written for a story–in my story Echoes there is a chapter that runs right around seven hundred and fifty words–but this has to be one of the shortest scenes ever written in this series.  But, you know, that’s okay, because you write what’s needed and move on.

And what is happening?  Annie’s trying to dreamwalk.  Let me tell you, when you’re trying to image how something that’s never happened before in real life actually works, it’s a pain in the butt.  That’s one of the reasons one, it took me about two hours to write five hundred and twenty words, and two, why the scene is so short.  What is there to say?  You imagine how Annie is crafting the spell and you put that down in the document.

Simple.  Kinda.

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

She understood the concept: in order to dreamwalk one needed to place themselves in a proper meditative state of mind and then, visualizing their surroundings within the dream realm, use magic to fall asleep and transport their consciousness to this tiny subsection of the Astral Realm.

Like all magic the process, as described, appeared simple. The practice was something completely different. Not only was Annie trying to perform magic designed to make her fall into sleep, but she was attempting to project her magical essence into a realm which she’d never seen. She’d read a much as possible about the Astral Realm, but imagining herself there was difficult, and it was one of the reasons Dreamwalking wasn’t taught until students were at least D Levels and had found some success with Astral Projection.

Only Annie had never performed Astral Projection, so trying to craft the spell for something she’d never seen made visualization that much more difficult. Not that this dissuaded her from doing her best . . .

 

Yepper Prepper, Annie doing her best is usually a hell of a lot better than nearly everyone else at school.  After all, she’s a very methodical girl . . .

 

She took one final breath and held it for a few seconds before releasing it, purging it and her thoughts from her body. Annie’s eyes shifted behind now-closed lids as she concentrated her willpower upon the image and sensations in her mind. As her body relaxed she wrapped her willpower around the other two elements of her spell and pushed with the last remnants of her consciousness mind as she slipped away into peaceful sleep . . .

 

And where does this lead us?  Well . . .

Here perhaps?

Here perhaps?

The first image has most of the answers.

It’s like searching for something in a dream, let me tell you.

Fall and the Dreamland Express

It is the First of September, the day that people who are supposed to track these sorts of things say is pretty much the day fall begins.  Never mind that here in The Burg today and the next two days are gonna see temps get up above ninety Fahrenheit, it’s fall, which means I need to get into my jeans, slip on my Ugg boots, and go sip a pumpkin spiced latte and get a selfie while standing in leaves next to pumpkins.

I've got the boots ready, as you can see.

I’ve got the boots ready, as you can see.

Today is also post number one thousand, six hundred, and in one hundred and fifty days I will reach post one thousand, seven hundred and fifty; that will occur on Friday, January 29, 2016, or one day short of two years after post one thousand, titled Millennium, was written. Continue reading

Back In the Dream Time

Semi-rainy, somewhat foggy, overcast morning here in The Burg, but there is so much going on.  Mostly due to the fact that last night was not all about writing, but rather about getting zapped with a laser.  That’s right:  I’ve started the process of getting the facial hair removed, and session one involved having someone who knows what she’s doing go over my face with a laser.  So it was a half hour drive out to where I needed to be, I waited a half hour to get in, an hour of zapping, and a half hour home with a slightly numb face and the smell of burning hair lingering in my memory.

I don't look none the worse for it, either.

I don’t look none the worse for it, either.

This morning there was almost nothing to shave away, and once I did my face was smoother than ever before.  Monday I go back for some electrolysis to burn away the dark hairs on my upper lip, and we see how I handle that to know how much more is needed.

And what did I do once I was home–other than hope the feeling returned to my cheeks and upper lip?  Wrote.  What else?

It’s on into Chapter Two now, and while I’m still with Kerry, Annie comes back–not for lunch, but for something . . . well, you have to see for yourself.  Which you will.  Below.

 

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

Kerry opened his eyes and realized he wasn’t in his bed—or his bedroom. For one, the bed was far larger than his. For another, there wasn’t a window over the head of his bed, so no sunlight coming from that direction.

And lastly, Annie was lying in bed next to him, slowly opening her eyes.

She blinked a few times before slowly looking about room without moving her head. She finally settled her gaze upon the boy next to her. “Kerry.”

“Annie.” He grinned and slipped closer to her. “Did you do this?”

“Put us here?” She barely shook her head. “I’ve tried to dreamwalk to you, but haven’t managed it yet. This was—” She smiled. “It happened.”

 

Those crazy dream are at it again.  Are you wondering a time frame?  Don’t worry:  Kerry has you covered–

 

“I’m glad it did; it’s been two weeks since we had lunch and I was missing you.” Remaining under the covers, he moved until they were close enough to kiss. “Strange to wake up in bed while still in bed.”

“I know.” Annie leaned into the kiss, making it sweet and tender. “I could get used to this.”

Kerry chuckled. “I’ve heard that somewhere before.”

She laid her hand upon the side of his arm and slowly side it towards his waist and hip. “If I remember correctly, it’ll be in a couple of—”

The second Annie touched Kerry’s hip her hand stopped, and he knew why, for he had reached for her waist at the same time. Both stared at each other in disbelief.

 

Okay, so the kids are in bed dreaming that they’re in bed, and . . . what would make them stare like that?

 

Annie was the first to find her voice. “Did you wear pajamas to bed?”

“I always do.”

She chuckled. “Always?”

He swallowed before speaking. “What about you?”

“I always wear pajamas or a night gown to bed—”

“Except for—”

“Let’s not go there.” Annie lifted her side of the covers enough to stare down at her body. “Didn’t expect that.”

Kerry caught a quick peak of himself as well. “Yeah, um . . .” He had a hard time keeping the smile away. “Maybe we should think about getting dressed.”

 

Yeah, maybe you should, kids!  It would really be embarrassing if someone dreamwalked their butts right now and found them in flagrante delicto–though they’re not actually doing anything except dream blushing.  And making jokes about being naked in a dream.  It’s just that when we have dreams like that, the other person we’re dreaming about usually isn’t really there.  It would sort of be like the time Jean Grey caught her scumbag husband Scott fooling around with Emma Frost in his mind.  The dumb was strong in those mutants . . .

But they’re rectifying the problem pronto–

 

“Some night clothes at the least.” The spaghetti strap of a night gown appeared on Annie’s shoulder as she visualized a proper night garment to wear. “There: much better.” She sat up and began to pull the covers back.

Hey.” Kerry quickly visualized a sleep shirt and lounging pants—his normal sleep attire—around his body before Annie exposed him.

Now she was laughing. “Remember, I’ve seen you, my love.” She fell along side and kissed him once again. “Or did you forget?”

“I do remember—” How can I not remember something like a wedding night that won’t happen for years? “That doesn’t mean you get to see the goods tonight.”

“Prude.” She stuck out her tongue, then looked about the room. “Is this anything you know?”

“I was going to ask you the same.” He sat up gave the room some scrutiny. It wasn’t a large room, but the lock on the door, the instructions next to the door, no visible closet, a door to his right behind Annie, and the large red window curtains to his left told him all he needed. “We’re in a hotel.”

 

I guess this means when they’re back at school and they start locking lips at the Midnight Madness, when they’re told, “Get a room!” they can yell back, “We already have!”  Oh, and if you’re wondering about there being some meaning to this place . . . maybe.  Maybe not.  Maybe could be?  Room me maybe?

Anyway, that’s the start of the scene, and you’ll see where it leads tomorrow, because I’ll get to writing once I’m home and I’ve eaten and I’m ready to go.

It's easier to put these things together when I've not let people use ray guns on my face.

It’s easier to put these things together when I’ve not let people use ray guns on my face.

Also, I’ve put up a poll that I would love everyone to fill out.  If you can.  Please.  With sugar on top.

That would be great.

 

In the Tree of Dreams

Blessed Samhain, Happy Halloween, and a wonderful Día de Muertos.  All of these come together in my story, as most of your know, with events of 1 November now being known around my Salem school as the Day of the Dead Attack.  Not to mention that two years ago today, I came out here on my blog.  So 31 October is a good day for me, if for no other reason that one day I’ll go out dressed as a witch.  Though some say I do that now.

But back to the story.  We know Annie’s mom was up at 5:21 waiting to have breakfast with her daughter in her sitting room–and think about that.  Annie has a sitting room off her bedroom.  Why?  To entertain guests, of course.  You don’t think she’s letting them into her bedroom, do you?  How uncouth of you!  The fact that her father walked into her bedroom uninvited when she was preparing to leave for school–I was told that was probably the bravest thing he ever did.  On any other day she’d have probably bitten his head off.

What does Mama and Daughter talk about?  School for one, but, you know, there’s something else on Annie’s mother’s mind . . .

 

All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)

Annie’s pause was enough to give Pavlina cause to consider her next question. “And how did you get into the class?”

“It was due to the assignment we did for the Botany and Earth Sciences class.” Annie spoke between bites. “We decided we would make charcoal, so we gathered wood and went over to the Spells Center and worked a series of advanced spells to complete the assignment.” She gave her mother a slight smile. “I performed Ice Encasement and Cold Fire—”

Pavlina appeared almost shocked. “You did Cold Fire?”

“Yes, I did.”

“How?”

“I read about it in a book.” Annie’s smile turned coy. “I have access to the Black Vault.”

Her mother’s shock turned to surprise. “How did you manage that?”

“Oh . . .” Annie took her time chewing her food. “The Sorcery instructor and I came to an understanding.”

Pavlina recognized that her daughter wasn’t going to offer any more information than what she wanted to give. She’ll tell me about how she made it into the Black Vault in her own good time. She decided to make further inquiries into another line of questioning . . . “When you mention this project, you said ‘we’.” She tapped the rim of her tea cup. “Who else were you working with?”

“With my covenmate.” Annie suspected that her mother knew who her covenmate was, but she wasn’t about to just blurt out names.

“And how many are there on your floor?”

“Just the two of us.”

“I see. Is your ‘covenmate’ in Advanced Spells with you?” She pulled her robe in around her body. “Or is it another A Level?”

“No, it’s my covenmate.”

“So they were using advanced spells as well with you.”

“Yes, they were.” I’m not about to say he.

Her mother played along. “And what spells did they perform?”

“Pattern Transformation and a time spell.”

“Really.” Pavlina pushed her empty tea cup aside. “They used a time spell?”

“Come to find out they know a lot about how time works.” Annie pushed the pronoun a bit much just to drive her mother a little mad. She’s so eager to hear me say his name . . .

 

Annie is playing with her mother.  She knows that Mama knows who she’s talking about, she just wants to hear the name, and Annie won’t give her the satisfaction until she asks.  Which she does . . .

 

Pavlina had indeed reached the point where she wasn’t willing to dig anymore. She stared across the sitting room table for a few second before speaking. “How is he?”

“Are you asking about my covenmate?” Annie hid her smile behind her raised tea cup.

“You know damn well whom I’m asking about.” She tapped her index finger against the table’s edge. “Your Ginger Hair Boy.”

Annie set down her tea cup. Her mother wanted to talk about him, so they’d talk. “Kerry is fine, Mama.”

“Just fine?” Pavlina chuckled. “I would imagine he’s more than fine.” She poured more water into her cup and let the tea seep. “Is he what you expected in real life?”

“No, he isn’t, Mama.” Annie waited to see if her mother’s face fell, but she was too wise for those tricks. “He’s much better.”

She examined Annie closely. Though her daughter didn’t suspect, Pavlina had become adapt at determining her daughter’s mood and feelings just by watching her body language. She works so hard keeping her feelings away from her face, but if you know what to look for, you can see her emotions in the way she holds herself. “But he’s not perfect—is he?”

Annie considered ignoring the question, but not that it was asked her mother would return to it until answered—maybe not today or tomorrow, but it would come up again before the Yule Holiday was over, and she’d make certain that Annie would answer. “He can’t remember our dreams together.”

“Which ones?”

“All of them.” Annie spoke of the incidents of déjà vu, of the time he almost remembered the time he read to her—though she didn’t mention where she’d heard this, or what happened after. “All the times we spent together, he doesn’t remember a thing.”

“And this all stems from what happened over the summer?”

“I’m not certain—” Annie shook her head. “I can’t clearly remember what happened over the summer to stop us dreaming together.”

 

And this is the first time where it’s stated that even Annie doesn’t quite remember what happened that night that they shared their final dream.  Dreams, they be crazy, I tell you.  Particuarly with these two.  And Mama knows a little something about this stuff, but even she’s puzzled.

 

Her daughter’s situation puzzled Pavlina. She knew something of lucid dreaming, and she understood that two or more people could share a dream, but as she’d heard more of Annie’s dreams with her “Ginger Hair Boy”, the more she’d become convinced they were doing far more than lucid dreaming: it was almost as they they’d spent their time dreamwalking. And one doesn’t dreamwalk without having extensive knowledge of how the astral realm interacted with the dream realm—something Annie hasn’t learned, and Kerry wasn’t aware even existed. “Have you spoke with anyone at school about this?”

“Yes: Professor Arrakis, our Seer, and Nurse Coraline, our medical officer.” She considered taking another printsessi, then decided if she was going to enjoy her mother’s cooking, there was no better time to start. “Professor Arrakis told me she’d never heard of anything like our dreams—”

“That could be true. I’ve looked and found nothing relating to your situation.”

“Hum.” Annie picked at her dish, then took a huge bite and took her time chewing it to a pulp. “Maybe we’re special.”

“I already know you are.” Pavlina understood her daughter’s frustration. She’d experienced these dreams all her life—though far more frequently in the last few years—and in the weeks after her last dream despondent and petulant to the point where she was ready to throw her future away and pursue a path that would have wasted her now-obvious talents. If I hadn’t had that vision of Kerry entering the Salem grounds, Annie might be completely miserable now. “I’ll keep looking on my end; maybe the people at school will find something in the meantime.”

Annie nodded slowly. “Thank you, Mama.”

 

And now we hear of dreamwalking, which is something that doesn’t come up much again, but if I ever do a second novel, there is an important moment where dreamwalking answers a mystery.  And relating to something that Annie told Professor Arrakis, her mother was the one that saw Kerry entering the school grounds, and after that vision she checked with her friends in The Foundation, discovered that, yes, a Kerry Malibey was on the list to attend SIGIL this year, and Mama passed that information along to her daughter.  The rest is–well, not history, but a rather long story.

Oh, and someone else in the family found out the name of the Ginger Hair Boy:

 

“You’re welcome.” She decided to alter the subject of the conversation slightly. “Your father knows his name.”

“What?” Annie looked as if someone had yelled at her. “Since when?”

“Since about a month ago.”

“How?”

“He asked. One day we were out on the back porch and he asked, ‘Annie and you know the name of this boy—why can’t I know it as well?’ And when I thought about it—” Pavlina shrugged. “I saw no reason why he shouldn’t.”

“So you told him?”

“Annie, he’s your father. He has as much right to know about Kerry as I.” She slowly tapped her fingers on the table. “At least he didn’t discover his name like I did . . .”

Annie found it impossible not to wince. “Mama.”

That always was a sore point with her. “Have you told Kerry about your book.”

The young girl shot her mother a withering stare. “No, Mama.”

“Better saved for a future moment, eh?” Before Annie could answer Pavlina cocked her head to one said. “I hear your father moving about the kitchen.” She sat back and gave her daughter a concerned look. “I suppose we should join him before he decides to come up and join us.”

 

Wait, what?  How did Mama learn Kerry’s name?  It doesn’t sound as if Annie told her, and however it came about, it’s not something which pleases Annie.  Will we find out how it happened?  Yes, in Act Three.  Just give me another sixty thousand words to get there, okay?

We are now finished with Pamporovo, and the next scene jumps ahead two days to Kerry waking up in her grandparent’s home in Marrionwood, CA.  And this brings up an interesting point:  someone asked if Annie’s tree and Kerry’s were one and the same.  The answer is no, they’re not.  Annie’s is back home in Pamporovo, and Kerry’s was near his old home in Sleepy Hollow, CA, which is a real place not far from Marrionwood, which is where he is presently located in the story.  If you want to see his tree, well . . .

If you're going to Sleepy Hollow . . .

If you’re going to Sleepy Hollow . . .

For my story, Kerry lived on Van Winkle D., in the house above the road and right at the edge of the right frame.  His tree was on Dutch Valley Ln, and would be in the grove just to the left of the last house below the lane on the left center of the picture.  Not that far for a six year old to walk, right?

And what does the area where he lived look like?

Since you wanted to know . . .

Since you wanted to know . . .

As you see, Sleepy Hollow is in the lower right hand of the picture, and Marrionwood is at the right edge of the center of the picture, just above Lucas Valley Rd.  All of these names are legit, and were in place long before a certain film maker moved into the area.  And speaking of that guy . . . follow Lucas Valley Rd all the way to the upper left and you’ll see, at the edge of the frame, a small road going upward.  Those houses in the upper left hand corner?  Skywalker Ranch, aka, the place where Kerry’s parent’s former boss lives.

And last but not least, where is Annie?  Well . . .

How do you say, "Right there" in Bulgarian?

How do you say, “Right there” in Bulgarian?

If you follow Highway 854 to the left out of Pamprovo, all the way over on the left you’ll see a valley leading upward.  In the “Y” of the valley is where Annie’s parents live, where she lives, where her lake house is, and where, close by, her tree is located.  None of that can be seen, but is it because I just made all of that up?  Or is it because The Foundation is keeping me from showing you?

Hum . . . wondering, wondering.