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I chanted to myself, trying hard to keep my eyes closed. This was always the decisive moment in my dreams.
If I open my eyes now, no matter how curious I am, it’s a nightmare I get. I’ll wake up in a sweat and a beating heart and still feel as tired as if I hadn’t slept at all. My grandma calls it lucid dreaming, but…
“Ashlynn? If you can hear me, I could use some help…”
My eyes snapped open, flooded with the all too familiar darkness.
I scrambled a bit in the void, feeling that nightmarish sensation slowly creep over me. I instinctively looked for my watch – a source of comfort in my nightmares for as long as I could remember.
Ah but that’s right, I took it off, to prove I could do it. I could be strong.
The darkness seemed to laugh at me, to pull at my limbs and to pull at my soul. I reflexively curled in a ball, trying to will it away, just as I used to before I got my watch.
Willing it away – and looking for something stable to hold on to.
What did I used to do? When I didn’t have time to ground me?
I woke up with a jolt, violently coughing some kind of fog that burned when it touched my hands. I stared with confusion and a sore throat as the smoke moved. As if it had a life of its own, it slowly glided to my left to-
“Ashley?” Candice’s confused face appeared behind the fog.
What was that? I frowned, feeling a sense of déjà vu towards the dream I’d just had, but the details of the nightmare were already fading away. And then my brain made the connections with the book grandma had made me read.
“Grandma the curse is attached to me.” I said, turning to her. Candice had knelt beside me, magic analyzer in hand.
“You got a nightmare again?” Candice asked, grabbing onto my arm to apply her magic sensor. This had been going on for almost a year now. Anything weird or related to astral had her on me to test some magic wavelength or something. Usually I was pretty open to it – I was hoping it could help me understand what was happening to me. She never shared any of her findings however, and it was getting progressively more annoying.
“Hey, hey,” A man’s voice said, placing his hand on Candice’s shoulder and slowly pulling her aside. He knelt beside me. “She just woke up in shock and you’re crowding her.”
“Yes, because it’s the ideal time to get data!” She scoffed.
He turned to me and smiled, and I relaxed. “Dad, what are you doing here?”
“I called to talk to you, and Crystal told me you’d been asleep for 10 hours and they had trouble waking you up. It’s been a while anyway, so I thought I’d drop by.” He explained.
I got up, the shock from the nightmare being replaced by the surprise of 10 hours. This was supposed to be just a nap. Either I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was, or in the end having a watch to sleep isn’t a matter of strength or weakness in my case.
Crystal patted the spot beside her. “What did you say about the curse Ashe?”
I brought Sebastien with me, and we sat on the couch so I could share my theory. I knew the fog – monster – whatever – was just in astral, but I still hesitated when I moved for the couch.
I glanced at the cat, who was sleeping peacefully. There were still a lot of unanswered questions to this theory. The book for one said this was impossible. If it really is attached to me, and not to the cat – like some kind of contagion you pass on – then for all intents and purposes I should be dead. But I’m remembering how the fog burned when I coughed it up. There’s that too, I didn’t imagine that.
I have a feeling all of this has something to do with astral. Or at least, that’s where the answers will lie.
As crazy as it all sounded, when you took a step back, I was thankfully surrounded by two people who’d heard me theorize at length about astral and who believed me.
Candice sighed and crossed her arms. “Can’t you make some space for me?” She said, staring at the lack of space on the couch. It was a loveseat and we were already three on it. There wasn’t much space to give, unless Sebastien got up. I much preferred the idea of him staying.
“Oh Candice this is perfect. No one’s eaten supper, since you’re up, could you make us something?” Crystal asked, sharing with me a complicit smile.
I looked at Crystal and Seb in turn and then went about explaining what had happened – and my theory on it.