Disclaimer: I do no own the HG. I love the series and wish I could meet SC one day!
Author's Note: This story was inspired by a Harry Potter fic. SS/HG. It's quit likely that I will use the same basic format for another story which shall be posted in the Janet Evanovich section where Ranger and Stephanie are the ones involved. Please do not write any trashing reviews for this story and not Peeta/Katniss hate for this either please. Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy the Prologue/Intro/Basic Lead-In.
***ZRS***
Sometimes Dreams Seem Altogether Too Real: Prologue/Intro/Basic Lead-In
By ZRS aka Chech
Sometimes people of the different districts and Panem would dream of another world. No-one knew why, and no-one really tried to find an answer because, most of the time, when the people woke up, the dreams were long forgotten.
They would dream of another place, somewhere that was completely unlike their own. There were people, yes, but not the same places or things. The two different types humans had nothing else in common.
Sometimes they would even put themselves in another's shoes, so to speak. For those recovering from the traumas of war, the dreams were a place they hoped that they could seek comfort in at night.
Tonight, Katniss Everdeen lay resting in her bed; waiting for sleep to claim her and waiting to venture into the would of her imagination. After a short while, her breathing evened out and her face visibly relaxed. Peeta Mellark, who had been lying next to her, feigning sleep, had decided that tonight was one of the rare ones, where images or gruesome torture didn't fly through his partner's dreams, and where a nicer and safer tale lay in wait to be released.
He himself seeked comfort from those pleasant dreams, but he knew that his were easier to hide from, the images were, for him, mostly a figment of the imagination, and could be buried with a degree of skill after a while.
He clambered further towards Katniss, wrapping the bedding tighter around her naked torso and resting his arm over her silk-wrapped hips.
Katniss was indeed dreaming. Well, really, at that moment in time, she was staring into the blackness of her empty mind. But as soon as a relative silence filled the room from which she had peacefully vacated, she was being pushed trough a doorway which she couldn't see, and then … all of a sudden … a flash of colours!
A powerful sensation filled through her lower abdomen as she felt the wind gush against her upper-body and her hair billow out, far behind her. She was being hurtled through a coloured glass tunnel, where light seeped through the harlequin diamonds, near-blinding her. It was the mere force that stunned Katniss first. She felt like she was on a roller-coaster. But seeing as she has never been on one, it was hard to both adjust to the feeling, and acknowledge what it was.
There were no visible, or in-visible, for that matter, restrains, she was simply being whisked through what could only be described as the inside of a glass snake-skin by air. While she felt shocked, she was also relaxed, as though the sensations and events were familiar to her already, and no-matter how many times she had been through them, they still amazed her.
In all truth, it may have been an experience that she had had before. But as much as was common knowledge about the dreams, the entrance to them was always the hardest to remember and the most different, both between people, but also most different from reality.
Katniss soared up and then down, dropping quickly and inhumanly quickly through a cloud of while, pearly smoke, and then through a passage of a smooth, yellow glass tube.
She had her eyes wide open from shock and the speed, but was forced to determinedly close them as she passed through the candy-floss cloud.
When she fell through, her body tingles, and as she looked down, she saw the occasional sparkle fly off and through the glass.
After a short while; she landed. Into a cold, black space.
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The real and very much material Katniss gave a jerk in her bed. Peeta's hand curled more comfortingly across her flat stomach, believing that his judgement of a good dream had been a wrong assumption.
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Author's Note: Sorry; I know it's short. The next chapter was supposed to be the whole thing, but I thought that I'd put a little part of it in here so that it made more sense.