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Note: Hey guys! This is the first linear, long story that I've attempted in a while, so I hope you like it! If my facts are off, feel free to let me know! I know the summary is awful, but I applaud you if you still came to check it out! I hope you like it, and this is my attempt to reconcile the stories and movies together, but also to flesh out the relationship between them....anyways...enough rambling from me!!!
...Dreamcatcher...
I've been having these dreams lately, awful, haunting dreams. They're like nightmares, but I haven't dreamed in ages so I find myself welcoming them like old friends. I enjoy the company that they bring, because during the day I'm always lonely.
The dreams always start the same, I'm alone and it is dusk. I'm wandering down a long hallway, and all the doors are open, but I'm too afraid to go into them. I hear voices calling to me, familiar voices, but I ignore them as I continue on my way. It's an old country manor that I'm in, the wood is dark from age, and the carpet under my bare feet is worn and soft. I'm in a white nightgown, and it is more sumptuous then anything that I have ever owned before. Seed pearls, and silver thread are embroidered throughout the heavy silk. I can hear it rustling, as it drags on the carpet, and my hair is loose on my shoulders. The voices die down, and I can only hear my own breathing. I can hear my heart beating loudly in my chest, and suddenly I realize how very empty the building is, and I am terrified. I'm screaming at myself to turn around, but my legs don't listen and seem to move along of their own accord towards something.
I peer down the long hallway, and in the murky darkness all I can make out is a door. It's a simple door, a door like any other door, but then I'm opening it. The dusty doorknob is familiar to me, and it slides open. The light in the room is blindingly bright, and I stumble a little bit with my hands held frantically over my eyes. I'm blinking, rapidly and my eyes are watering. Memories are flooding into me, my ears are being beaten from the harsh overload of voices, and my head hurts from the endless sets of memories pouring over me. I'm falling to my knees, clutching my hands over my ears. Go away, please leave me alone. I'm whispering to myself and endless mantra to try and save myself. Please leave me alone.
Susan, SUSAN, susan, Susan. So many voices calling me, and then out of it all one voice calls me. Susan.
I'm looking up, and I see a soft, white hand held out to me. Nervously, I reach out, the voices are fading away, but just as I grasp the hand she speaks once more, in a voice so familiar to me, "Rise Queen Susan the Gentle guardian of the southern sun."
I freeze, still huddled to the ground, but my eyes are betraying me, looking up to see who this person is. Long brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and my eyes are drawn to the delicate crown resting on her head. No. This isn't real, that person isn't real, but as I stand up, our blues eyes meet, and I think to myself that maybe she is real one, while I am the fake. She's holding my hand, and leading me into the wardrobe, its doors swinging open to welcome me, and I watch as she crosses the threshold with a smile on her face. I'm just about to put my foot in, when reality seems to come crashing back to me. I ignore the voices around me, beseeching me to enter, and I turn my back on the wardrobe, shutting the doors loudly.
But there, before the door out is a majestic Lion, and he is sitting there staring at me with sad, knowing eyes. I know his name, but the words are strange on my tongue. And then, he's roaring at me, a sound that knocks me down, and frightens me to my very core.
I always wake up then, shaking in bed. Terror, and wonder mixing in my mind. Terror at the Lion, and wonder at the disappointment in his all too human eyes. I can never sleep after that dream, so I just get up and sit with my big mug of tea in the empty kitchen watching the clock tick slowly closer to dawn, forgetting everything each time I wake up, and remembering each time I sleep.
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