I dreamt.

For the first time ever, that night I dreamt. That was what made everything so memorable and real for me. Since I could remember I had never had a dream before, even as a child, just blackness. I had never dreamt or had nightmares before that night, and I was told I was a freak for it, but instead I was pure because of this. Nothing to remind me of my demons, but also nothing to ever let me see my desires. Night was just a time of rest, of first night that I dreamt, I was terrified.

In my vision I was surrounded by the dark, my stomach in knots, tossing and turning at the impending doom that had settled upon me that night. My path was being altered in a way that at the time, I could have never seen coming. As if the hands of fate were adding a new layer of fabric to the cloth that is my destiny.

At the time I mistook the feeling of restlessness as fear, but as I looked back on it, I've come to realize that it was more excitement then anything, as if my consciousness knew something before my body did.

I could feel my feet below me, my body attached as usual, but it was a different feeling, one of floating, no ground to hold me to the earth that I supposed was below.

I looked around me, not seeing any fragment of the setting that was around me before the dark had enveloped me.

For a moment though, the veil of night began to lift, and my heart had the rhythm of a humming bird, anticipation overwhelming me.

This was my premonition. This was my future.

That night in my dreams I discovered the cyborg woman for the first time.

The one that would change my life forever.