Patrick resettled himself in the chair and shook his
head. "Nope. I told the captain that I wasn't going to come in until I was
sure that you were okay. And we haven't gotten the test results back, so I'm
not convinced that you are okay. So start telling me this dream."
Cece shrugged. "I don't know, it was just really
weird."
"Good. Then at least it'll be an interesting story.
How much do you remember?"
She shrugged again, somewhat uncomfortable. "Pretty
much everything. It was really vivid. I could see color, I could feel the wind
on my face and whipping through my hair. I could feel the sun shining and the
warmth…" Cece trailed off, once again feeling nervous about her whole strange
dream. It just felt so real. She knew
how ridiculous the thought was, but she couldn't help it.
"Huh. I don't know that I've ever had a dream that vivid before," Patrick
admitted, though he didn't seem concerned. "Maybe it's just from how tired
you really were."
Cece nodded. "That's what I was thinking too."
Patrick cracked a few knuckles before waving Cece to
continue. "So… keep going."
Cece tipped her head to the side as if it would help her
remember everything that happened. "Well," she began, "I woke up
on a beach totally naked-"
Patrick laughed, interrupting her. "Well I like
where this is going…"
Cece rolled her eyes, then added, "and sunburned to
a crisp."
"Maybe whatever is causing your skin to be burning
here made it seem the same way in your dream," Patrick interrupted again,
as if the revelation would make Cece feel better about the situation.
"Yes, yes," she said impatiently, "that's
what I'm thinking too. Now let me talk." She paused, making sure Patrick
had nothing else to add. When he said nothing, she continued. "I sat up
and started looking around, trying to see if I could recognize anything around
me, which of course I didn't. But when I looked behind me, there was this guy
in strange clothing standing there."
Patrick opened his mouth to speak, clearly unhappy and
concerned that even a dream man would see her naked on a beach. Cece, however,
held up a hand to silence him.
"He was respectful and looked away. He told me that
he was surprised to see someone down by the water. Apparently it was cursed or
something."
Patrick raised an eyebrow, but waited for her to
continue, settling deeper into the cushioned chair.
"Yes, he said that the water had been cursed for
centuries and no one went by it," she continued, answering his unasked
question, "and because he didn't know where I had come from, he wanted me
to meet this Loyie person." The name 'Loyie' came out awkwardly, as if her
mouth were full of marbles when she said the name. It certainly didn't sound as
graceful on her tongue as it did on Jeroff's and Bramaad's.
"Well aren't you creative in your deep dreams?"
Patrick murmured, seemingly fascinated by her tale.
Cece laughed. "That's actually what I was thinking
even during my dream!"
Patrick suddenly frowned. "That just seems too odd
that you were able to have thoughts like that in your dream. Do you know how
complicated that would be for your brain to come up with a dream that worked on
its own, then made you have certain thoughts on top of it?" He shook his
head in wonderment. "You really are somethin', Cec."
She sighed. "You're not making me feel any better,
Patrick." He only shrugged, letting her continue with her story.
"So anyway, he started leading me away from the
beach into this grassy field. The grass felt super sharp against my legs and
the wind was starting to pick up. It was freezing!" Cece decided it was
best to leave out the part that her engagement ring was missing as well, so had
moved past that part in her dream.
Patrick continued frowning, but Cece ignored him.
"Eventually he stopped and another man materialized out from this tall
grass. Apparently he was some kind of prince that led us to this little mud hut
village in the forest. The prince then dismissed the other guy and dragged me
to see this Loyie lady. He wasn't very nice." Cece rubbed her arm as if
she could still feel his iron grasp against her skin. It certainly was tender,
but Cece dismissed it. It could have been caused by someone trying to transport
her to the hospital.
"Well, he should be glad I wasn't in that dream or
else he wouldn't be touching you like that again!" Patrick mock-threatened
the dream prince. He reached for his belt as if reaching for his gun.
Cece smiled. "I thought the same thing as he dragged
me to this Loyie character. He even threatened me, saying that if I were to
ever hurt anyone in their village, he would kill me."
"Why would he say that?" Patrick asked, as if
the prince were a real man that had real thoughts and feelings.
"Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot to mention. They said that
anyone coming from the water was supposed to bring death. Some kind of weird
prophecy, whatever that means."
Patrick shook his head. "Odd," was the only
thing he could say.
Cece shrugged. "Well, then the prince finally got me
into Loyie's little hut, and she pretty much told him off. She gave me some
clothes which were way too tight, but then again, she looked like a scrawny 16
year old that hasn't hit puberty yet."
"Hah, I wouldn't mind seeing that," Patrick
teased, eyeing her mischievously.
Cece rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you wouldn't, but it
really wasn't that pretty of a sight."
Patrick only grinned and gestured once more for her to
continue. "And then what?"
Cece sighed and closed her eyes as if it would help her
remember further. She was growing tired again, but wanted to keep awake to
spend some time with Patrick. Oddly enough, it was the most time she'd spent
with him in several weeks. Cece had either been traveling, or Patrick had been
pulling an extra shift in order to save up more money for their wedding.
"Well, she basically then just told me that I wasn't
dreaming and to think about how vivid everything felt and how could it be a
dream?"
"Probably another mind trick. Your mind was probably
giving you a logical reason as to why you were seeing and feeling
everything," Patrick said, interrupting her once again.
Cece opened her eyes and glared at Patrick. "I know,
hun. I've already thought of these things."
Patrick crossed his arms across his chest and put on a
blank face. "I'm just saying it out loud then, I guess."
"Sorry, you've just gotten really good at
interrupting me all of a sudden."
Patrick laughed. "It's good to keep you on your
toes."
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