Luna Rising (Chapter 1: Cont) (original) (raw)

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The second dream was every bit as stunning and bizarre as the first, although it was tinged with an element of realism. Much like the dream had plagued her during waking hours, so now were her dreams littered with the former day’s backlash.

She stood on the grounds of the school with her best friend, chattering with words that were too insignificant to recall. The sky thundered in the distance, though she knew it had no danger of reaching them. No other people were around, yet they carried on as if it were just another day.

Then, Anna turned to her, looking troubled. Her words were mere whispers, that seemed to carry gracefully on the illusionary air, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course. Anything.” Lynn nodded, wondering what she could possibly uncover from a person she had been so close to for two years.

Anna smiled, her expression now that of relief. Closing her eyes, bits of sand began to pour from her fingertips, and her hands soon turned to dust as well. The disintegration climbed her arms and delved into her torso, until her entire being collapsed into a heap of dry dirt. Lynn stared in shock as she recoiled, and panic gripped her heart.

Before she could think to act, snaking vines climbed from the surreal ground beneath her, wrapping around her frame and escalating until they grew to her neck. Again, the plants were consuming her, but this time she resisted – struggling and kicking against their will. Yet they persisted, numbering more and more with each passing moment. Just as they began to stretch across her face, she made a final gasp for air before they entered her mouth.

With that gasp she woke once more, surrounded by the modern day comforts of her room. She was breathing heavily as she looked around, her heart beating faster than it ever had before. ‘Another dream…’ her mind was numb, but the thought dwindled. It was not simply a dream, but another dream, much the same as the one before it.

Grumbling, she climbed out of bed, thinking first of school, only to remember that it was Saturday. ‘I have to tell Anna. This is just too weird.’

As soon as the hour was decent, she gave her best friend a call, trying to sound natural. “Hey, Anna? What are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing much here. Why?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to stay over… It’s okay if not, but…” Lynn trailed, deciding against the addition of ‘I’ve been having strange dreams and I want to talk to you about it.’
“Cool. I’ll be over later, around five-ish, okay?” Anna knew that Lynn was not big on phone conversation, so she kept it short.

“Alright, see you then.”

“See you.” A click, and Lynn listened to the blank tone of the phone. She was thinking of her dream, and of the things she should mention to Anna later – if she should mention anything at all. Only the blaring series of beeps that often occurred when phones were left off the hook could bring her out of the thoughtful trance, and that it did. Hanging up at last, she patiently waited, sorting out what to say.