First of all, I know nothing about lucid dreaming. I came across it when searching about dream research when considering writing this story because I am constantly looking for new concepts and plots to write about. The events in my story are not factually based and may not have any real relation to the study or teachings of lucid dreaming or even hypnosis. Basically, just take this for what it is…..fiction.

**This story was formally called Dreaming in the Rain. Part of chapter one it is still intact but the main storyline has changed.

Chapter 1

Caitlin eased her way down the steps of the cabin and walked out into the pouring rain. The water danced on her skin and ran down her face as she stood still, looking out towards the lake.

"Caitlin?" String called out to her. "Caitlin what's wrong?" He stood on the porch and stared at her. He was shirtless and barefoot with only a pair of jeans on. He shivered slightly at the cool air produced by the storm drifted across his torso.

When Caitlin didn't move, String went to her. She stood very still as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her to him.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "What are you doing out here in the rain? You're going to catch a cold."

Caitlin turned and smiled at him. She pushed her rain soaked hair back out of her face and wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing him. "String, have you ever had a fantasy?" she asked.

String smiled. "Of course, hasn't everyone?" he asked.

"This is mine," she said as she lifted her arms and removed her shirt. The rain continued to pour down her body and seemed to illuminate her chest. String pulled her to him and kissed her passionately when he finally understood her request.

String grabbed her rain soaked body and moved her towards the dock where they would have a place to lie down that wouldn't be in the mud. Caitlin helped him undress and he removed her remaining pieces of clothing.

He gently laid her down on the dock and moved on top of her. Suddenly the sound of machine guns ripped through the air. Caitlin looked up to see String's eyes glaze over and then close. The rain caused the blood to from his wounds to stream down over her body and she screamed.

"No!" yelled Caitlin. "No! Not String! No!" Caitlin quickly sat up in bed. She was sweating heavily and tears streaked down her face. Hearing her outburst, Saint John came running into her room.

"Cait, are you okay?" he asked gently as he sat down beside her on the bed. "Was it the same nightmare?"

Caitlin grabbed his arm. Saint John could feel that she was shaking. "Yes," she said quietly. "I don't know why I keep having this same bad dream. Every time Hawke and I try to be together in my dream, he dies."

"It's only a dream Caitlin," replied Saint John. "It's not real."

"I know," she said sadly. "But, what does it mean? Why do I keep having these dreams?"

Saint John sighed. "I don't know," he said trying to calm her. "Some say dreams are about fears we have in real life. I'm not sure if anyone really knows for sure."

After a few minutes, Caitlin assured Saint John that she was feeling better and he went back to bed. Unable to go back to sleep, she turned on the television and watched for hours until she could no longer keep her eyes open.

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The next day at Santini Air, Caitlin was exhausted. She tried to bury herself in her work to keep from wanting to sit down and take a nap. String noticed that she wasn't acting normal when she kept handing him the wrong tools that he asked her to pass to him.

"Cait, are you okay?" he asked after the third wrong tool was passed to him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," she said seemingly distracted. "I guess I'm just tired."

"I thought you said you were going to bed early last night," he replied. "That's why you didn't want to come out to the cabin."

"I did," she replied. "I guess I didn't sleep too well."

"Maybe you would have slept better at the cabin," replied String. "You should have come home with me."

String's comments agitated her. "Come on String," she replied. "Don't start with that. I'm not up for arguing about this again."

"I'm not arguing," he replied. "I just don't see why you don't want to move back in with me."

Caitlin sighed. "We'll talk about it later," she replied. "I'm just tired because I had a bad dream last night and I couldn't get back to sleep afterwards."

Dom overheard Caitlin's last comment as he and Saint John came from the back office after hearing them argue. "Hey, maybe you should check out that new lucid dreams seminar I've seen advertised recently. They've had flyers all over the place."

"'That sounds like a great idea Caitlin," said Saint John. "It might help you since you keep having the same recurring nightmare."

String stopped working and moved to look at Caitlin. "You've been having regular nightmares?" he asked. "How come you've never told me about this?"

"It's nothing String," she replied trying to shrug it off. "Don't worry about it."

Dom walked over to the desk and rummaged through the paperwork stacked up on the end.

"Here it is," he said as he handed Caitlin the flyer. "It might be worth a try. It says it can help you overcome recurring nightmares."

String was quiet as he watched Caitlin read over the information Dom handed her. "You know," she said. "Maybe this could help me. I think I'll go and give them a call. It sure can't hurt."

When Caitlin went in the back office to make the call, String nearly accosted Saint John when demanding he share what he knew about her dream.

"Look String," he said trying to be diplomatic. "It's not my place to say. If you want to know what it's about, just ask her."

"I've tried," he said. "She doesn't want to tell me. I just don't get why the hell you get to know what's going on and I don't."

"I don't think that's by choice," said Saint John. "We're roommates. She can't help but tell me what's going on when she wakes me up screaming in the middle of the night."

String shook his head. "She should be at the cabin with me," he replied. "There shouldn't be any other choice."

"I know how you feel," said Saint John. "But, you promised to give her some time. If you push her now, you'll only be pushing her away."

Caitlin came out of the back office with a smile on her face. "Guys, I think this is just what I need," she said. "I leave for the seminar tomorrow morning. Maybe after this I'll finally get myself back on the right track."