Chapter One: Dream Specialist
Hermione Granger
The dream persists and darkness envelops my dream self. My heart is pounding viciously as I panic. The darkness feels dangerous. I run fast, however, I'm unable to see where I'm going. I'm not entirely sure if there is even anywhere to go. Then suddenly it appears. The moon. The moon pushes all of the darkness away like a massive patronus, eliminating the danger completely in the process. I'm overwhelmed with feelings that I can't quite explain, but something is telling me that these feelings are good. I'm drawn to the moon, but it's too far away to touch. However, I can't help but notice that it's closer than it has been the other times I've had this same dream in the past. My alarm goes off, shattering the illusion of the dream. I wake up to see the sun shining through my bedroom window. The absence of the moon is a disappointment. I feel almost empty without it. I've been dreaming about the moon for three months. Always the same dream and each time I have it the moon gets closer. Sadly, the moon only grows closer at a painfully slow speed. I wish I could understand exactly what it means. Ron has been having dreams similar to mine, however they are revolved around shadows instead of the moon. Harry has as well been haunted by these dreams, revolving around a never ending forest. Even Ginny has been struggling to understand her dreams, constantly being surrounded by a vicious tornado. Ron insists that it doesn't really mean anything, but Harry knows better. I know that I can rely on Harry to understand when I have a dream that I just can't forget about. We've all been having nightmares about the war. Even though the war was four years ago, we're still haunted by it. And why shouldn't we be? But recently I've been haunted by the moon instead. We've each been haunted by some element of nature or another. I wish that there was someone that was here for me to talk to about it everytime one of these dreams woke me up at night. I moved back in with my parents after the war and after I brought their memories back. Harry moved in with the Weasleys at the newly reconstructed Burrow. Even though I don't see them as often as I would like to, I consider myself lucky that things aren't extremely awkward between us. I mean, it was a mutual decision that Ronald and I are better off as just being friends, but these types of situations are never easy.
"Hermione! Mail's here!" Mum calls to me from downstairs. I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen. Mum is making breakfast and nods over to the stack of mail on the counter. I flip through it grabbing the Daily Prophet and the two letters addressed to me. I sit down across from Dad at the dining table. I skim through the headlines, but there isn't anything of interest. I look at my two letters. One is from Harry as I suspected, but I'm more interested from the other one. I rip open the envelope and pull out the letter. The elegant cursive is the handwriting of none other than Professor McGonagall.
Dear Ms. Granger, I am sure that this will sound unsettling to you, however I need you to consider this very carefully. There has been many young men and women of your generation being plagued by constant dreams. I happen to be aware that you are one of these young women. Take comfort in the fact that you are not the only one experiencing these pestering dreams. There is a way that you can all come together and try to discover the hidden meaning behind each of them. The only problem is, you probably will not be pleased will those means of solution. Narcissa Malfoy is a dream specialist and is willing to aid each of you in your dreams. There are seven others who will be receiving this invitation. Now, according to Mrs. Malfoy the process of figuring out these dreams may be a long and difficult process depending on the dream. If you choose to accept the invitation, the seven of you will be living at Malfoy Manor with her and her family until she feels you are no longer in need of her services. She insists there is no need to contact her. Simply show up at the manor on the first of June. The Ministry and I both feel that these dreams aren't simply coincidence, Ms. Granger. Something is happening. Feel free to write me or Mrs. Malfoy for any questions or concerns prior to the date given. Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall
I examine the letter carefully. Narcissa Malfoy? This can't be possible. I couldn't possibly go back to the manor after my last experience there. But what about these dreams. I've been complaining for months that I wanted to know what they meant, and I'm being handed on opportunity for answers on a silver platter. How could I possibly say no? I open Harry's letter only to find that he is telling me that he, Ron, and Ginny all also got the letter from McGonagall and have decided to accept the invitation. She said that there were seven other people besides me who would be moving in. That means that they've all been having these dreams, too. I quickly explain the situation to my parents and run upstairs to my room. The first of June is only a week away. I don't know what to expect from this. I don't really have any details at all. What all do I need to pack? I want to be properly prepared. I start making a list of all of the things that I should pack, just in case. I have to make a separate list for all of my books. I finish making my lists and apparate to the Burrow. I steal Ginny away from everyone else and take her shopping with me. I made the frustrating realization whilst making my lists that most of my clothes are either too small or too boring. Ever since Ron and I broke up, I have been much more willing to put myself out there. I have no idea who else will be there for this mysterious project, but I think it's time for a bit of a new look. They all still probably remember me as the bushy-haired geek. Ginny and I search through the clothes racks, picking out different items to try on.
"Are you alright?" Ginny asks. "You seem a bit distracted."
"Do I?" I avoid her gaze, pretending to decide whether or not I truly like the sweater in my hand.
"Have you been having the dream again?"
"It keeps progressing. It's as if recently the moon is getting closer and closer."
"But it's just the moon. It's not like it's bad."
"It doesn't seem to be signifying something bad. But it's definitely signifying something and whatever that something is... it's getting closer. Even McGonagall said in her letter that these dreams mean something's happening." I think about what I just said for a moment. Something is getting closer. I'm nervous, but not afraid. Not that I should be afraid. I just don't like not being able to understand what any of this means. What could the moon possibly signify? I look up and spot something on the other side of the store. My breath catches in my throat. I walk over to the item to observe it closer. A small, black dress is staring back at me. On impulse, I grab it and run back to the dressing room to try it on. I pull the dress on over my head and smooth it out. The dress is very tight, but it's warm and comfortable. Asymmetrical dress in black is written on the tag. One side of the dress has a sleeve that stops at my elbow and the other side is sleeveless. The bottom of the dress stops at the middle of my thighs. It is much shorter than anything else i've ever worn before, but it's a beautiful dress. Needing a second opinion, I step out of the dressing room. Ginny's eyes seem to double in size.
"You have to buy that!" she gushes excitedly. I can't control the smile that takes over my features. I have no idea what the point of a dress like this is or where I would wear it, but I fell in love with it immediately. We continue to shop, picking out lots of new clothes and talking, but all I can think about is the moon.
"So, what do you reckon Mrs. Malfoy is going to do to figure out these dreams?" I inquire, trying to think about something else.
"No idea. Either way, I'm not sure how I feel about having a Malfoy poking around in my mind. And living with the entire Malfoy family is going to be a complete joy."
"It's strange, isn't it? I mean, the entire family practically fell off the face of the earth after the war and now suddenly they are getting involved with the Ministry?"
"Well, apparently Narcissa is the best dream specialist there is and the Ministry is desperate. They're still paranoid that another war is going to break out. It's not the first time peoples' dreams have been affected by the dark arts."
"So who else do you think will be there?"
"I don't know. I guess we'll find out next week."
The first of June has finally arrived. I finish my dinner in a rush and run upstairs to finish packing. I stuff almost everything I own into my trunk, needing an extension charm to make it all fit. Last night in my dream, the moon had been as big and close as it could possibly be that I could actually reach out and touch it. I've been trying not to stress about the meaning behind it, but I've yet to be very successful. I just keep telling myself that I will get some answers soon enough. I pick up my trunk and take it downstairs. I say goodbye to my parents and hug them. I apparate to the address that McGonagall had put at the bottom of her letter. I walk up to the open front gate and try to surpress the memories flowing through me. I make my way up the long walkway until I finally meet the large front door. I must be desperate. I pound the large knocker against the door and wait until a small house elf answers. I notice as I step inside and watch the elf close the door that the Malfoys must have added a second doorknob so that the house elves could reach it. I study the house elf carefully, but there isn't really much to examine. The house elf is wearing clothes. Normal clothes. A small pink dress with purple flowers on it.
"I like your dress," I say to the house elf, who looks away shyly. "Did your master by it for you?"
"No, miss, Rozella bought this dress herself," the house elf answers. I process her words, realizing that Rozella is her own name.
"Your masters pay you for your service?"
"Yes, miss, of course. Master Malfoy treats Rozella and Remy very well, miss."
"Master Malfoy? You mean, Lucius?"
"No, miss. Sir Draco takes care of us."
"Ms. Granger?" a familiar voice echos throughout the large room. I look up to see Narcissa Malfoy walking toward me. "How long have you been here?"
"Oh, only a moment," I answer. "Hello, Mrs. Malfoy."
"Call me Narcissa, please. Rozella, would you please take Ms. Granger's trunk to her room?" The tiny elf nods, taking my trunk and disappearing with it. I can't help but be a little put off by the drastic change in Narcissa's behavior since the last time I had seen her. Although, Harry did say that she technically saved his life, so I'm really not going to complain about her change of heart. "Why don't you follow me into the dining room? That's where we are all going to meet once everyone else arrives."
"Am I the first one to show up?" I start following her up a large staircase. The size of this house will never stop amazing me. She nods in response to my question. When we reach the dining room, my heart slams against my chest. Lucius and Draco Malfoy is sitting at the table on the other side of the room. Lucius is sitting at the head of the table with Draco immediately to his left. Draco looks up at me, then immediately back down at the book he's reading. His father doesn't even bother to look up from the Daily Prophet. Narcissa guides me to a seat and I sit down, on the other side of the table and only four seats away from the striking blonds. The sound of the doorbell chiming causes Narcissa to flee from the room and answer the door, leaving me alone with her husband and son. I swallow hard. "Um, hi."
I see Draco's lips twitch into a smirk at my discomfort, but he doesn't look up. Lucius, however, folds his paper and sets it down on the table. I can't stand to be alone with them any longer. Lucius is simply watching me without any trace of emotion on his face. His body jerks suddenly as if he coughed or laughed silently, but he doesn't say anything. I'm sure me just saying hi to him as if we have no history whatsoever is slightly amusing to him. It seems insane to me now that I think about it. Finally, he nods to me politely then stands up to focus his attention on the drink cart behind him. Draco reaches into a bag on the floor next to him. He takes out a small box and slides it across the table with a shove. When the box stops in front of me, I notice it's a box of candy. I take a piece and push the box back to him. I hold the candy in my hand, unsure if it's some sort of prank. He seems to notice my hesitation and eases it by eating one himself. Satisfied that it was safe, I pop the candy into my mouth. Another house elf walks into the room. I assume by her light blue dress that this is Remy. I look back up at Malfoy, who is staring directly into my eyes again.
And that's when I noticed them: his eyes. His big, shimmering, grey eyes stare back at me with such intensity, my knees buckle. My heart is racing under the pressure of his deep gaze. Is he trying to read my mind or something? Why can't I look away? Merlin, look at those eyes. They are so beautiful. And it feels like he's staring right into me. Can I get pregnant from this? Oh, honestly, Hermione! Don't be absurd! Then suddenly I realize why I can't look away; why those eyes are so captivating. His eyes look like two full moons. I start to observe him in full. His hair is so bright, like the rays of moonlight that shine through my window at night. His skin is so wonderfully pale, like sand in moonlight. Moonlight. That's the only word I can think of to describe him. He is the moon personified. I feel as though he might have the answers to the questions that have been stirring inside of me ever since I started having those moon dreams. He has to. My dreams are about the moon and he seems to embody the moon. It couldn't be any more blatantly obvious, could it? Whatever those dreams mean, he must have the answers. And there's just something about him. Mystery. Danger. Seduction. Temptation. Secrets. Darkness. It's alluring because it all reminds me of those dreams. His appearance is that of the moon, which saves me. But his presence feels like that of the darkness that I'm constantly running from. Could he really have all the answers I need to clear away the heavy confusion? Surely it's some sort of sign.
"Is there a problem, Granger?" he hisses at me, his voice a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Why do you keep staring at me?"
"You're staring at me, too, Malfoy," I snap back, instinctively and unintentionally using a harsh tone which shatters any hint civility between us. There's something almost mesmerizing about his voice. It's deep and seemingly full of elemental music, like wind howling through the leaves or water running over rock. His hair, eyes, and skin all shining like moonlight. His voice dark and mysterious, but with a calming hint. His presence warm , yet slightly dangerous. If all the elements of night combine to create a human being, it would be Draco Malfoy.
"I'm not staring at you," he quickly defends himself.
"Then how do you know I'm staring at you?" I whisper back, trying to avoid the conversation being heard by his father. He seems to falter at my rejoinder and remains silent. Narcissa walks back into the room with seven others following close behind her. Ginny sits down on my left and Harry on my right with Ron next to him. A small girl with hair that resembles a red-velvet cupcake - deep red with a hint of purple - sits down in between Ron and Lucius. Pansy Parkinson rushes to sit next to Draco on the other side of the table, and Blaise Zabini saunters into the room to take the seat next to her. Another boy I barely recognize as Zane Grey sits in the seat on the other side of Blaise and Narcissa takes the seat at the other end of the table. I realize that all four beings across the table from me were in Slytherin. The only one I don't recognize is the girl with dark, red hair.
"Everyone, quiet please!" Narcissa calls over the room. The room settles into silence immediately. "First of all, I would like to thank all of you for coming. I know that this is confusing, but trust me when I say that the progress we make here will be extremely important. Now, don't worry about your jobs. Each of your bosses have been notified of the current situation. You will still be able to work, but your hours will be slightly altered to fit your schedules here. Each of you will have individual sessions with me throughout the day to discuss these dreams you've been having. Anything that you tell me is confidential unless you give me permission to discuss it with someone else. If I feel that some of your dreams are significantly connected and you both agree to it, I may need to do sessions with a few of you at once."
"Excuse me, Mrs. Malfoy?" the unidentified girl asks, raising her hand.
"Yes, sweetheart? What is your name?"
"Caterina Price, ma'am. But my friends call me Cat. I was just wondering, are you going to use anything like Legilimency on us for these sessions?"
"Legilimency is not one of my better skills. However, if you feel that it will help and you allow such magic, Ms. Price, you will have to trust my husband with the task." She gestures toward Lucius, who doesn't take his eyes away from his wife. Cat doesn't seem the slightest bit concerned of having him invade her personal thoughts. The idea terrifies me, however. "I promise you that you won't have to worry about such magic being performed without your consent. As far as I know, Draco is the only one who has mastered the art of Occlumency. As such it wouldn't be fair to you to force such powerful magic on you, especially if it may not be necessary. For the most part we will simply be discussing the dream in great detail and trying to attach each element of the dream to something else. It's a painless process, I assure you."
Lucius clears his throat, attracting everyone's attention. "Each of you will have a designated time that your session will take place at each day. If you have any questions at any point, we will be around. Now, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, you will be sharing a room. Ms. Granger and Ms. Weasley. Ms. Parkinson and Ms. Price. And Mr. Zabini and Mr. Grey. Our house elf, Remy, will show you to your rooms in a moment. My study and the basement are strictly off-limits, but other than that feel free to make yourself at home and explore."
"Cool!" Cat exclaims, looking around the room in awe.
"Now, I will let you know when each of your session times will be. There won't be any sessions scheduled on the weekends, unless you feel one is necessary. You will be able to either start work late, leave work early, or take an hour long break during the work day to return here for your session each day," Narcissa explains, passing out a small notebook to each person at the table except for herself and her husband. "I want each of you to keep a log of these dreams from now on. Make a note each time you have the dream and make a note of any changes that you see in the dream as you continue to experience it."
"Neat!" Cat says. I suddenly recognize her from her cheerful tone as a Hufflepuff that was a year below us at school. This poor Hufflepuff is way too eager, and I'm not the only one to notice by the annoyed expression of the blond sitting directly across from her.
"Price!" Malfoy snarls. "Your festive interjections are a real kick in the pants, but I'm in a bad mood and we're running a little low on time, so shut up before I shove that notebook down your throat!"
"Draco," Narcissa warns. Her son looks at her with a guilty expression, glances quickly at his father, then returns to staring at the table. "Your sessions will start tomorrow. You may head off to your rooms and unpack now."
Most everyone stands up and follows the two house elves out of the room. I sit there for a long moment, staring down at the notebook in front of me. This whole thing just feels so strange. I don't even really know what I should be thinking right now. It takes me quite a while to notice that Lucius and Narcissa are both still sitting at the table watching me. I don't even know what to say to them. Should I say anything at all? Maybe I should just get up and walk away. It's not like it could make this moment any more awkward than it already is. The last time I had been in this house I was being tortured by their sister/sister-in-law. That's not exactly the type of memory that sparks up a pleasant conversation for moments like this. And the last time I saw each of them they were scrambling frantically through the crowd during the war, shouting for their son. I can't resist the urge to look up at Lucius. We lock eyes for a long moment as I picture the man I saw during the war: a broken man in tears, desperate for nothing more than to find his son and keep him safe. Was that the same man I am looking at now? Is Lucius Malfoy a changed man? Is that even possible? The fact that he is simply staring back at me and hasn't mentioned one word of my blood status certainly hints at the answer. Equally stubborn, neither of us are going to be the first to look away. He clears his throat uncomfortably, still keeping his eyes on mine.
"It must be difficult for you to be in this house," he finally says, still holding eye contact. We couldn't deny any longer that we were both remember the same event. After all, all three Malfoys had been in the room with me while Bellatrix was having her fun. His features flinched painfully as his words left his mouth, but his gaze held strong.
"Maybe that's why I need to be here," I tell him confidently. "Sometimes confronting your past is the only way to move forward from it."
He looks suprised and impressed by my response, but doesn't say anything. Some part of me wants to make it a goal during my stay here to prove to him that muggle-borns are much more than he has always thought them to be. I stand up from the table, grabbing my notebook, and I walk up the staircase until I reach the third floor. Rozella is standing outside of one of the doors, smiling and opening it when she sees me. Assuming that she is showing me my room, I start to walk towards her. However, I'm stopped in my tracks by the sound of Pansy Parkinson's voice coming from another room. I look around, but all of the other doors in the hall are closed. I turn down the hallway behind me instead until I find a very comfortable looking sitting room. The room is decorated just as Harry had described the Slytherin common room to look like with the black leather couches, green glass lamps, and a large burning fireplace. I mentally laugh at the idea that they would recreate the room. Then my eyes lock on Pansy, pulling on Draco's sleeve.
"Come on, Draco," she pouts. "I don't want to be stuck in my room with that Hufflepuff. She's almost as loony as that Lovegood girl. And I'm sure you don't want to be stuck in here knowing there's a mudblood in the house. I still can't believe your parents are allowing that to stay here. We should go somewhere more private."
"I don't want to go anywhere right now," he mumbles, trying to ignore her.
"Come on. Do you know what happens to people who spend too much time around mudbloods like Granger?"
"Oh, do you have a chart? Because I love charts." His sarcastic interest only seems to encourage her to continue. She whispers something to him that I can't hear, as if to imply that whatever my presence will do to him is too bad to even say out loud. He simply rolls his eyes at her and pushes her further toward the door. "Well, thanks for the input."
"Just because I let you do whatever you want, doesn't mean you can talk to me with such an attitude." She doesn't seem to realize that contradiction of what she just said. He stares at her as if she is growing a second head from her shoulder. And with the quality of the brain she has, a second head might be an improvement.
"Do you hear yourself when you speak?" He leans in as if he's about to kiss her, letting his lips linger just barely against hers. Pansy and I both seem to brace ourselves for the kiss, until he whispers, "Get out."
"W-what?" She looks shocked as he pulls away from her. Even I'm shocked. He's such a tease. Maybe if I looked like him, so indescribably beautiful, I would be a tease, too. "But Draco-"
"We're not together anymore, Pansy. I thought you understood that. I'm really just not feeling so great right now. I'd much rather be alone. Please."
She nods and quickly leaves the room, not wanting to upset him further. She pauses for a second as she sees me, but then forces her way past me. Even though his tone was never harsh, you could still here the tension. He sits down on the floor in front of the fireplace, staring deep into the flames. I quietly step further into the room toward him. I approach him with caution. Draco Malfoy is like a two-sided coin. Heads: There's the sweet, innocent, compassionate Draco. The boy who is loves his family more than anything and is willing to sacrifice everything to protect them. The boy who shares his candy with a girl he was always taught to hate. Tails: There's the cruel and vicious Malfoy. The boy everyone usually sees. Everytime I approach him it's like flipping the coin into the air and waiting for it to land. You never know which side of him you're going to get. I stand next to him, waiting for him to react, but he doesn't.
"Nice friend you've got there," I say. "Although I can't have high expectations for anyone who spends time with you."
"Wow, smart girls are mean," he mocks, standing up and invading my personal space. I know I shouldn't have said that. It just sort of came out. I'm so used to the usual bicker.
"So, why don't you want to go out with her tonight?"
"I'm just tired." He hesitates, looking down at the floor. "Exhausted with myself. But it's none of your business."
"Look, Malfoy, the war is over. I really think it's time that we let the ice thaw between us."
"There's no ice, Granger."
"You still refuse to call me by my first name. That's ice."
"No, that's not ice, it's just... wintery."
"Well, I'd much prefer at least a spring time feel." I watch the different emotions battle for dominance in his eyes. Before he can respond, there is a knock on the door and Harry and Ron come into the room.
"For future reference, it might not be safe to just walk in here," Draco informs them. "I live here, too, don't forget."
"Shut up!" Ron shouts. Draco ignores him.
"I mean it. You wouldn't want to walk in on me with a girl, if you know what I mean. What am I talking about? Of course you don't." He smirks. He just made a comment about how Ron has never had sex with a girl, but he probably didn't realize that Ron's ex girlfriend is standing right next to him. Kind of an uncomfortable situation.
"Shut up!" Ron's face is red now. Whether it's from anger or embarrassment, I don't know.
"Is that the only thing you know how to say!? Merlin! Find a pirate to sit on or something! Hold on, I'll go get you a cracker."
"Malfoy, did it ever occur to you that people might like you a little more if you weren't so hostile all the time!?" Harry interjects before Ron can explode.
"That's possibly very kind of you," Draco says. "Now either go in her room or leave."
"Can't you leave!?" Ron yells. "Don't you have some Death Eater friends to see!?"
"Ron!" Harry and I both exclaim, signaling that he may have gone too far. Draco holds the amused smirk, but his body tenses next to me. I see the emotion in his eyes as he fights not to let his expression falter for even a second.
"I'm sure none of them will talk to you after you betrayed them," Ron continues.
"Yeah, turns out they frown upon that kind of thing," Draco responds calmly, seemingly unaffected by the comment. I watch him struggle to hold his composure.
"Okay! That's enough!" I break it up, refusing to let any of the details of the war be brought up. I will not let this happen. I know Ron would have said something that he could have never come back from, if he hasn't already. "Harry, Ron, I think you should go to bed. I'm going to do the same."
"But Hermione-" Harry tries to protest.
"Please," I insist. "We all need to get settled in. I'll talk to you both tomorrow."
"First thing?"
"First thing."
"Fine. But Malfoy, can I just say something?"
Draco groans. "Ugh, if you must, but it's really annoying."
"Be nice to her." And with that Harry and Ron left, leaving Draco and I to deal with the uncomfortable silence that washed over the room like a tidal wave. How do I always end up being the peace maker in these situations? I guess this is what happens when you stick a girl in the middle of a fight between a group of men. I notice Draco staring at me and turn to look at him.
"Why did you do that?" he finally breaks the silence. His voice seems to jump start my heart. I stare at him, unsure what to say. "I mean, I was fine. Everything was under control. You didn't have to do that. Why did you? Answer the question, Granger. And watch your words. You're being graded."
"I just didn't think we needed a fight on our first night here. Besides, the last thing any of us need is to bring up the war again. It's fresh enough in our minds on its own. Not to ruin the surprise, but we're going to have plently more fights like that down the line I'm sure."
He gasps in mock excitement. "You mean it gets better!?"
I roll my eyes at him. I'm too tired to even continue this conversation with him. Though, I must admit, I'm pretty surprised how the first night went. I mean, it wasn't exactly flawless, but I expected it to be much worse. As a bit of an inside joke that he won't understand, I pull a coin out of my pocket and spin it on the table next to us. He watches it as it spins, not understanding the point of it. I let the coin spin and start to walk back to my room, not bothering to wait and see how it lands. Heads or tails. Heads or tails. Heads or tails. I stop in the doorway. "Goodnight, Draco Malfoy."
"Night, Granger." I hear the coin slap on it's side on the table. He glances at it and back at me, then lets a genuine smile reach his lips. Heads. I make my way back to my room. I step into the room and close the door behind me. I change into sweatpants and a long-sleeve tshirt and climb into bed. Ginny is already sleeping soundly across the room. I look out of my window and stare at the moon. I'm still left with that particular distraction. My dreams. The moon. What does it mean? Does Malfoy really have the answers or is it all just a coincidence? Should I ask him about it? I feel strange trying to get close to him just to get my answers. Should I really be using him like that? Besides, if the reason I'm here is because his mother is going to try to help me figure out the meaning behind my dream, do I really even need to use him at all? Clearly the personification of the moon runs in his family, not just him. I try to push it out of my mind. I don't think any of my questions are going to be answered tonight. So I brace myself for yet another cryptic moon dream and allow myself to be captured by sleep.