'Skye walked down a familliar path, but all she could see was Fog, it seemed almost as thick as the fog in england. She had to be extra careful as she walked down the path a head of her, she watched her feet after everystep. Then she noticed a dark shadow run accross the path. She broke into a run and began to chase the figure, but everytime she seemed to get close the figure would vanish out of sight. "Crap," she thought as she panted, "I've been here I don't know how many times and I can never catch that guy." She started walking again, to try and find the figure again, but she never did. Skye had forgotten to watch her step and she fell into a hole. She could feel the chills on her spine as she fell. "Well, this is new," Skye thought. Before she knew it she hit the ground with a thud, but, surprisingly, she felt no pain. She checked herself twice and she didn't have a single scratch on her. "Ok, this is getting weird,'" she thought. She noticed a long dark hallway infront of her. She decided to walk down the hall. "Where am I?" Skye asked as she looked around. She then noticed cells all the way to the end of the hall. "Ok, I'm in a prison... good job Skye good job.." She continued to walk down the hall until she reached a door. The door had a small window with bars on it, and it had a wooden plank on it to keep it locked. "Weird prison," Skye thought lifting the plank and walking through the door. When she looked around again she found stairs leading outside. She slowly climbed em to find herself in a courtyard surounded by fire. Skye then noticed guards running towards her, she tried to run but couldn't, and to her amazment the guards ran right through her, like she was some sort of ghost... Skye decided quickly that she was leaving, she ran towards the open gate. She was almost out when she heard a thumping noise behind her. She turned around to find a woman riding a brown house with a white stripe down it's face. The horse seemed to be the only thing that knew Skye was there. The horse raced forward determined to get the woman, who happened to be cradeling something in her arms, to safety. Forgetting that people can go right through her Skye jumped into the bushed and waited for the woman to pass. Skye then quickly fallowed, but when she got to the open draw bridge, it exploded right in front of her.'

Skye woke with a jump, her dark brown hair was sticking to her face, she whiped her hand across her forehead and found she was covered in sweat. This had been the third time she had had that dream, but it felt like the millionth. She hadn't slept well at all ever since the dreams started, she was just glad they started after summer vacation began. She looked at the clock, 5:45. Skye fell back onto her pillow, finding it was soaked. She sat up, since she was a mess and she was no longer tired she decided to start her day and go take a quick shower. Skye sighed as she walked towards her dresser, the only thing that ran through her head were the questions she had been asking herself since the dreams started getting more intense, why was she having those dreams? Were they important or just dreams? Was she going crazy? She quickly brushed it off as she walked towards the bathroom.