THE EVERYTHING DREAM
Against the window she saw a hand – dark green with a silvery shimmer, like the scales of a fish. There were leaves on the body as if the creature had risen from the ground. The eyes met hers with a greenish glint.
“This is for you! Your time is coming! You must remember what I say.”
An enormous clap of thunder shook the window. The green being pushed against the glass. The piercing stare was unspeakably sad, yet fierce, and urgent, begging her to understand.
Phoebe found that she could speak: “What? What is for me?”
The voice was now hushed. “Everything is at stake. Everything.” She stood up and tried to run, but found herself blocked by thick pine trees in a dark forest. The rain streamed down her face. “Where am I?” she called out. A violent gust of wind bent the trees, and the branches moved like snakes in the air. She could barely see a tunnel through the forest, path of some kind, and struggled toward the opening. Soon she could make out a building she would know anywhere.
The toy store! It’s still there! And the coffee shop!
Her eyes filled with tears of relief. And from out of nowhere the eyes appeared again before her. The voice shook the earth: “Everything is at stake! Everything!
Thunder cracked outside the window. Phoebe sat up with a start. Her feet were wet with the rain blowing through the screen. She sat blinking in the darkness, fingering the good luck charm on her necklace and breathing in gasps.
My God, what could that be? she kept thinking. Thunder burst again, but far away. She felt the overwhelming power of her dream, as if someone had given her a direction, a vital mission, something only she could do.
Then she fell into a deep sleep.