Phoebe walked through a forest, pushing branches and other things out of her way. When she reached the edge, the forest disappeared and she was across the street from P3.
She walked to P3 and entered without trouble. She steps onto the overpacked dance floor and tried to make her way through before she drowned in the sea of people.
A man stepped in front of her and stabbed her in the heart. He grinned at her madly, twisted the knife, then pulled it out and walked away.
Phoebe puts both her hands over the wound to stop the blood flow. Then, suddenly, her abdomen exploded, blood dribbling from everywhere. She moved one of her hands down to stop that bleeding.
"Help me!" She begged the dancing people.
They ignore her and keep dancing.
"Please! Someone! Help! Help me!" She cried.
"There's only one person who can help you now."
Phoebe looked to her side, to see a blind man pointing at a butterfly.
"Follow it. Follow it. Quick, quick! The crow caws soon!" The blind man said.
Phoebe pushed through the crowd, desperately trying to follow the butterfly. She followed to the edge of the dance floor, where a woman with a crow perched on her shoulder stood, her back to Phoebe.
The crow turned and stared at Phoebe, then reached out and caught the butterfly in its beak. Phoebe watched helplessly as the crow finished off the butterfly.
"Help." She said faintly.
She reached out and tried to tap the woman on the shoulder, but fell to her knees.
The woman was about to turn around...
* * * *
Phoebe shot straight up in bed, breathing heavily. She threw the covers off herself then raced to the bathroom. She vomited, then pulled herself over to the sink and mirror.
After she washed her mouth out and splashed water on her face, she stared at herself in the mirror. She made no noise and didn't move, save for blinking.
* * * *
The next morning, Phoebe sat at the table, just pushing her scrambled eggs from one place on her plate to another. Piper touched her and she dropped her fork. It clattered as it hit the edge of the plate and Phoebe closed her eyes, as if it was the loudest noise ever.
"Is something wrong?" Piper asked.
"I had the dream again." Phoebe said quietly.
"Did she turn around this time?" Piper asked gently.
"No." Phoebe answered, almost in a whisper.
"And you've got no idea why you're having this dream?" Piper asked.
"No. It's definitely not a premonition; it's too impossible." Phoebe said. "I've got no idea what it means."
Paige came into the room, then threw a dream interpreting book onto the table.
"Piper, um, told me about your dreams." Paige said, unsure if she should be talking about it. "And, she made a comment about maybe finding a book of hers about, um, dreams and I thought that I would just buy you one so that Piper wouldn't have to dig hers out."
Phoebe put her hand on the cover of the book and stared at it, then she looked up at Paige with a small smile.
"Thanks."
A/N: I'm also going to translate this dream at the end of the story. =)
She walked to P3 and entered without trouble. She steps onto the overpacked dance floor and tried to make her way through before she drowned in the sea of people.
A man stepped in front of her and stabbed her in the heart. He grinned at her madly, twisted the knife, then pulled it out and walked away.
Phoebe puts both her hands over the wound to stop the blood flow. Then, suddenly, her abdomen exploded, blood dribbling from everywhere. She moved one of her hands down to stop that bleeding.
"Help me!" She begged the dancing people.
They ignore her and keep dancing.
"Please! Someone! Help! Help me!" She cried.
"There's only one person who can help you now."
Phoebe looked to her side, to see a blind man pointing at a butterfly.
"Follow it. Follow it. Quick, quick! The crow caws soon!" The blind man said.
Phoebe pushed through the crowd, desperately trying to follow the butterfly. She followed to the edge of the dance floor, where a woman with a crow perched on her shoulder stood, her back to Phoebe.
The crow turned and stared at Phoebe, then reached out and caught the butterfly in its beak. Phoebe watched helplessly as the crow finished off the butterfly.
"Help." She said faintly.
She reached out and tried to tap the woman on the shoulder, but fell to her knees.
The woman was about to turn around...
* * * *
Phoebe shot straight up in bed, breathing heavily. She threw the covers off herself then raced to the bathroom. She vomited, then pulled herself over to the sink and mirror.
After she washed her mouth out and splashed water on her face, she stared at herself in the mirror. She made no noise and didn't move, save for blinking.
* * * *
The next morning, Phoebe sat at the table, just pushing her scrambled eggs from one place on her plate to another. Piper touched her and she dropped her fork. It clattered as it hit the edge of the plate and Phoebe closed her eyes, as if it was the loudest noise ever.
"Is something wrong?" Piper asked.
"I had the dream again." Phoebe said quietly.
"Did she turn around this time?" Piper asked gently.
"No." Phoebe answered, almost in a whisper.
"And you've got no idea why you're having this dream?" Piper asked.
"No. It's definitely not a premonition; it's too impossible." Phoebe said. "I've got no idea what it means."
Paige came into the room, then threw a dream interpreting book onto the table.
"Piper, um, told me about your dreams." Paige said, unsure if she should be talking about it. "And, she made a comment about maybe finding a book of hers about, um, dreams and I thought that I would just buy you one so that Piper wouldn't have to dig hers out."
Phoebe put her hand on the cover of the book and stared at it, then she looked up at Paige with a small smile.
"Thanks."
A/N: I'm also going to translate this dream at the end of the story. =)