11-23-2007, 11:54 PM
Melisande listened. Bad dreams. She thought at first that it was an excuse, and really he was up for some reason he didn't want anyone else to know. But then, he didn't seem like he was lying. Melisande's sleep hadn't been that disturbed by bad dreams since she was just a pup. She could remember a few of the ones that repeated, but found that she couldn't recall the rest at all.
"When I was little I used to think that dreams could tell the future." She looked off into the distance. She knew now that this wasn't true. "Now my theory is that you dream of things that you can't decide if you want or fear." She wasn't sure if that made sense, but it was the best she had thought of yet.
"When I was little I used to think that dreams could tell the future." She looked off into the distance. She knew now that this wasn't true. "Now my theory is that you dream of things that you can't decide if you want or fear." She wasn't sure if that made sense, but it was the best she had thought of yet.