I hate the realm of dreams. It is disconcerting to be trapped in another's dream. More so when one is awake. On the other hand the waking dream was definately preferable to the first one.
I recall very little of the first dream, only that I was married again with a child. Now that I am awake I can see clearly this was not my dream; Jorag and I never had children. We had thought about it but ... Best not to dwell on things that could never be. Still for that stretch of a dream, it was nice to be a mother, to have a family and a home.
The person I was in the dream was killed, run through. That is when I must have woken. There are better ways to wake than to be looking down at your dead body and then be looking up at a demon. Becoming myself again was confusing but battle is very good for clearing the head. However my arrows seemed to do nothing to it. Not to worry by that point Islan's dream body had been killed and his sword is very effective against demons. I wonder how I can get that done to my bow. Somehow Nyran had been able to wake up inside the dream without dying and between the two of them I was certain that they could handle a demon.
Perhaps it was something left over of the mother I has been, but I tried to comfort the little girl. Part of me knew it was Arilyn in there and that we needed to get her back to her body. Most of me, however, only saw a little child that was once mine, if that makes any sense. But my hands passed right through her and there was nothing I could do.
On second thought maybe the waking dream was first. |
