OLDER
CONTACT ME
DIARYLAND
2004-08-04 - 9:54 p.m.
I dreamed while unconscious, something that normally doesn't happen when you're choked out.
Everything was covered with fog, but I could tell it was my neighborhood. It just felt like home. I walked through the fog towards my house which seemed closer and stranger than it should have been. When I opened the door I heard Nikki scream my name from behind me. I whirled around faster than I should have and nearly fell back down the stairs. I regained my balance and looked around; I could hear Nikki yelling my name but I couldn't find her. Rather than go into the house I reached in and closed the door. "NIKKI!" I yelled as a walked back down the stairs, "Where are you?!" "Just think about me and I'll be where you are." Her voice was like a whisper in my mind. I closed my eyes and thought about her. When I opened my eyes she formed in front of me as if she was part of the fog. Her long black hair falling over her shoulders and into her eyes. She swept her hair back from her eyes, those emerald green eyes that always seemed to sparkle, and flashed me a smile; white teeth shining between full lips. She was dressed in the same torn black jeans and shirt that he had last seen her in, tied to a wall. "Well this is quite all right now, isn't it?" She ran her hands down her body, smoothing her clothes. "You look great. Now where the Hell are we?" I swept my arm around for emphasis. "It looks like my neighborhood, but the last thing I remember is Vlad choking me out." "That's the last thing you remember because that was the last thing to happen to you in the real world. This, my dear, is Dreamspace." She did the same sweeping arm motion; I don't know if she was mocking me or just being Nikki. "Oh yeah, that's helpful. I'm still rather new to all this mystical stuff." "Walk with me Seven." She grabbed my hand and pulled me along. I caught up and put my hands in my pockets; she put her arm through mine and we walked on. "The Dreamspace is exactly that, the space that dreams are in. It has way too many names to even think about, but it is usually called either the Dreamspace or Orpheus' Realm. The little corner we're in now belongs to you. That's why it looks like your neighborhood." "If it's my dream, then, am I dreaming you?" I looked around at the trees and houses; they all just seemed to be a repeating pattern. "Hello, I'm a witch. Actually as far as we know I'm THE witch; more powerful than anyone has ever known. So yeah, walking into your dream was nothing really. You visualized me as you saw fit and did quite an impressive job I might say." "So are we both here because I'm stuck here or what?" "No silly. We're here because you were choked out by Vlad and this was a good way for me to talk to you. Whenever you regain consciousness this will all evaporate back into dust. I don't know how long we have, so we should get down to business: Our escape."
