Dream A Little Dream
Chapter 3
A/N: here is chapter three…hope u like it! Please review!
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Julia. She felt as if she were in a daze, her body going through the motions, while her mind was in another world.
When Julia arrived home, she looked at the newspaper that was resting on the coffee table next to the couch. And there, on the front page, was yet another article documenting this diamond, But this time, next to the article, there was a picture. Taking a closer look, she saw that it was a drawing of a young woman, lying naked on a chaise lounge, wearing a very large diamond about her neck. As she looked at the picture, strange images passed through her mind. A lock of blond hair falling into a young man's eyes as he worked, a feel of cold silver on her chest, as if she were wearing a necklace, and the young man's eyes again. Julia shook her head, as if that would rid her mind, bring her back to reality. And she read the article.
"Matthew Darcy has been searching for months now, and only recently did he have the advantage of obtaining this drawing from Brock Lovett. Lovett put his trust in Darcy, but still believed that the diamond was nowhere to be found. Darcy is content now, knowing that this picture will lead him to some knowledge of the background of Rose Dawson (DeWitt Bukater) and where the diamond could be…"
Julia stopped reading, knowing she could take no more. She had to ask someone about this, but she knew she would have to explain the dreams, and she was not ready to do that just yet. So when her mother came home from grocery shopping, Julia acted as if it had been a normal day and nothing unusual had occurred. Dinner and homework, like the day itself, went by in a blur. Julia was now ready to go to bed, but was she ready to dream? Her eyes closed, whether or not she was willing for them to do so, and she eventually faded into a deep sleep.
She found herself staring into a mirror, the cold weight of a necklace resting asymmetrically on her bare neck. "I know you've been melancholy, I don't pretend to know why. Open your heart to me…" said the man, one she knew as Cal. But instead of answering, she just stared into the mirror, disbelieving her life existed as it did. But just as quickly as that had happened, she found herself running towards an odd goal. The back of the ship. She climbed the rail cautiously, and stepped over to the other side. As she leaned forward, she heard the voice. "Don't do it," said the man. "Stay back! Don't come any closer!" She was startled by her own voice. "Take my hand. I'll pull you back in." he said. "No! Stay where you are. I mean it. I'll let go." "No you won't," he said. She was taken aback. "What do you mean no I won't? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do, you don't know me." She said. "You would've done it already," he said to her. "You're distracting me. Go away," she said, confused by his forwardness. "I can't. I'm involved now. If you let go, I have to jump in after you." He stated calmly. How could he talk to her like this? "Don't be absurd. You'll be killed." She told him. "I'm a good swimmer," stated this man, matter-of-factly. Where were his senses? "The fall alone would kill you." She said. "It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't. To be honest I'm a lot more concerned about the water being so cold." He told her. "How cold?" she asked, realizing now what she had gotten herself into.
With that question still in her mind, Julia awoke. That was the longest dream she had ever had. And the conversation! She could hear herself talk now. And the man…he seemed so kind. Why did she speak so rudely to him? As if he were nothing but pond scum? She did not know the answer. But with the dreams came this great sense of dread. She felt very odd, as if something in her past was stirring up, something she did not understand. She looked over at her clock. It read 4:45. She had 2 more hours before she had to wake up and get ready for school. She closed her eyes, wary of what she would dream of next.