The next morning, she headed over to the Magic Box, and found some books on dream interpretation.
Giles came over, and noted her selection, including the one she was currently perusing through. He reached out with his right hand, and gently tipped the tome downward from her view.
"Everything alright?"
She nodded, "Yeah, of the good," She then frowned, and added, "Actually, had a creepy nightmare. Seemed real." Giles sat down, his eyes pensive and curious behind his metal-framed glasses.
"Really, what was it about?"
She replied hesitantly, "A lot of details were fuzzy. But some guy was being killed, electrocuted. He was in prison, so I guess he was a bad guy."
Giles frowned thoughtfully, "Strange. Do you remember anything else?"
"Not really, it was pretty clear this morning, but now, it's …" She waved her hand in the air to gesture. "pfft!"
"Hmm… well, it might have been nothing. Sometimes, our dreams are merely methods for our minds to dredge out the previous day's events, and make sense of them. A purgative, if you will."
Willow nodded. Her face became expressive as she remembered, "Oh, but Buffy gets vivid dreams, and they become true. So, could witches get the same thing?"
"Possibly, but that more pertains to her own Slaying abilities. Though I honestly can't recall any other Slayer receiving prophetic dreams as she does occasionally. But your theory might be true."
The little bell over the door jangled, announcing a person's arrival. They both turned as Xander burst into the shop.
"Ah, two of my favorite people are here. Hey Willow, Giles. Ahn around?"
Giles replied, "Actually, no, she said that she wanted to stop by the bridal shop to price their gowns."
Xander grimaced a little, "Oh, yeah, that's right." He then sat down at the table, "So, what's up in the demon world?"
Willow replied, "Nothing demony. Just bad dreams."
He asked, "There weren't clowns, were there? Because I am so gonna kick his ass if we have to go through the 'nightmares are real' thing again. That, and make sure I have an extra set of clothes."
Giles said, "Uh, no, nothing that extreme. Willow was just telling me about a rather vivid dream she had last night."
Xander leaned forward, "Yeah, what about?"
"Well, it was just this guy in prison, and he was getting electrocuted." She gave an involuntary shiver at the memory. "It was creepy."
"Did you see his face?" Xander asked.
She shook her head, "No, not really. Like I said to Giles, it's fuzzy."
Giles thoughtfully said, "I don't believe this country has done executions as such for some time. Wouldn't be that familiar since we don't have anything as barbaric as a death penalty in England."
Xander frowned, "Wait, didn't you used to behead people?"
Willow said, "I think that was France. The guillotine, you know?"
Giles rebutted, "Actually, Xander is right. We did behead people, but that was for enemies of the Crown typically. And that was centuries ago."
Xander beamed, "Alright, chalk up one for Research Boy."
Willow nodded, and then remembered, "Anyway, so I'm dreaming about something in the past?"
Giles agreed, "It's quite possible. It could relate to a disturbed spirit. Perhaps the building you're in has a history to it."
Xander pointed out, excitedly, "Like that frat house, where the abused kids were?"
"Yes, or something similar."
Willow frowned, and softly replied, "I guess." Something was odd, but she didn't think it was that. Well, hopefully, it was just a weird dream.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The man slowly crept into the room, where the woman was sleeping peacefully. He gently laid a hand upon her cheek briefly, and she murmured in her sleep.
"For you," he whispered.
He then held up a curved dirk, and slashed her across the throat. She jumped up, and her hand flew to the wide gash, futilely attempting to stop the flow of blood. Her wide eyes stared back in disbelief as the man drove his hand down, and down again, piercing her in the chest, and the side. Her blood ran everywhere, and the man's eyes seemed to gleam in the moonlight.
Giles came over, and noted her selection, including the one she was currently perusing through. He reached out with his right hand, and gently tipped the tome downward from her view.
"Everything alright?"
She nodded, "Yeah, of the good," She then frowned, and added, "Actually, had a creepy nightmare. Seemed real." Giles sat down, his eyes pensive and curious behind his metal-framed glasses.
"Really, what was it about?"
She replied hesitantly, "A lot of details were fuzzy. But some guy was being killed, electrocuted. He was in prison, so I guess he was a bad guy."
Giles frowned thoughtfully, "Strange. Do you remember anything else?"
"Not really, it was pretty clear this morning, but now, it's …" She waved her hand in the air to gesture. "pfft!"
"Hmm… well, it might have been nothing. Sometimes, our dreams are merely methods for our minds to dredge out the previous day's events, and make sense of them. A purgative, if you will."
Willow nodded. Her face became expressive as she remembered, "Oh, but Buffy gets vivid dreams, and they become true. So, could witches get the same thing?"
"Possibly, but that more pertains to her own Slaying abilities. Though I honestly can't recall any other Slayer receiving prophetic dreams as she does occasionally. But your theory might be true."
The little bell over the door jangled, announcing a person's arrival. They both turned as Xander burst into the shop.
"Ah, two of my favorite people are here. Hey Willow, Giles. Ahn around?"
Giles replied, "Actually, no, she said that she wanted to stop by the bridal shop to price their gowns."
Xander grimaced a little, "Oh, yeah, that's right." He then sat down at the table, "So, what's up in the demon world?"
Willow replied, "Nothing demony. Just bad dreams."
He asked, "There weren't clowns, were there? Because I am so gonna kick his ass if we have to go through the 'nightmares are real' thing again. That, and make sure I have an extra set of clothes."
Giles said, "Uh, no, nothing that extreme. Willow was just telling me about a rather vivid dream she had last night."
Xander leaned forward, "Yeah, what about?"
"Well, it was just this guy in prison, and he was getting electrocuted." She gave an involuntary shiver at the memory. "It was creepy."
"Did you see his face?" Xander asked.
She shook her head, "No, not really. Like I said to Giles, it's fuzzy."
Giles thoughtfully said, "I don't believe this country has done executions as such for some time. Wouldn't be that familiar since we don't have anything as barbaric as a death penalty in England."
Xander frowned, "Wait, didn't you used to behead people?"
Willow said, "I think that was France. The guillotine, you know?"
Giles rebutted, "Actually, Xander is right. We did behead people, but that was for enemies of the Crown typically. And that was centuries ago."
Xander beamed, "Alright, chalk up one for Research Boy."
Willow nodded, and then remembered, "Anyway, so I'm dreaming about something in the past?"
Giles agreed, "It's quite possible. It could relate to a disturbed spirit. Perhaps the building you're in has a history to it."
Xander pointed out, excitedly, "Like that frat house, where the abused kids were?"
"Yes, or something similar."
Willow frowned, and softly replied, "I guess." Something was odd, but she didn't think it was that. Well, hopefully, it was just a weird dream.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The man slowly crept into the room, where the woman was sleeping peacefully. He gently laid a hand upon her cheek briefly, and she murmured in her sleep.
"For you," he whispered.
He then held up a curved dirk, and slashed her across the throat. She jumped up, and her hand flew to the wide gash, futilely attempting to stop the flow of blood. Her wide eyes stared back in disbelief as the man drove his hand down, and down again, piercing her in the chest, and the side. Her blood ran everywhere, and the man's eyes seemed to gleam in the moonlight.