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.