Chapter 3: Imagination...or something like it

A week later things were going back to normal for Kara and Sean. The young woman had called in to work and requested that she had a few days off which they agreed. Now, with time on her hands, she could figure out the meaning of her dreams. 'Still awake?' Kara turned her head toward the door to see Sean standing in it with a tray of food. 'I couldn't sleep.' She said as she sat up. 'Kara, it's going on six in the morning. Have you been awake all night?' Sean asked as he sat the tray down. 'I was thinking...' 'Kara, you need to get some rest. No wonder you keep having those dizzy spells. You never sleep.' Kara frowned at what Sean had said and quickly turned away. 'What does he know?' she thought angrily to herself. Seeing the anger in her face, Sean stopped and sat down beside her. 'I'm sorry Kara. It's just that you need to get your sleep or else you're going to have another one...and well, you might not live to tell about it.' he said as calmly and softly as he could. Then, softly Sean kissed Kara on the cheek until the anger inside her was gone. Kara smiled brightly as Sean stood back up and crossed his arms. Smiling, he bent down and pushed the young woman down and held her there for a second before finally removing his hand. 'Get some sleep Kara. I don't want another incident like the last one to happen.' he said as straightened himself up. 'Fine.' Kara laughed as she sat up and hugged her fiance. Then lying down, she quickly fell asleep.

Later that day Kara awoke and went out to water her roses. She took great pride in the flowers and loved each one deeply. The sweet aroma always brightened her day, even if it was a bad one. Watering the small delicate plants, she suddenly stopped. What had Doctor Kie told her? The dreams were nothing more than that...just dreams. What did he know? He wasn't the one having them, she was. Thinking, Kara ran a finger across one smooth petal. She was going to prove that the dreams had some meaning...if she could figure them out. 'Ouch!' Kara pulled her finger away as the pain went through her hand. Looking down she saw that she had somehow ran it down onto the thorny stem of the plant. Placing her aching finger in her mouth, she sucked on it until the pain was gone. Suddenly, she got an idea. Picking up the watering can, which she dropped, Kara smiled as the idea became clear to her. If the dreams were figments of her imagination, she knew one person who could help her out. Running into the house Kara grabbed her coat and car keys and ran back outside. 'Where are you going in such a hurry?' Sean asked as he looked at her from the couch. 'To visit Connie.' Was all Kara said as she left.

About an hour later, Kara got out of her car and walked up the hill to her friends' house. If anyone could tell her what was happening, it would be Connie. Her best friend was a world-renowned hypnotist and could solve all of Kara's problems. She only hoped that Connie was home.
Approaching the door, Kara straightened herself and fixed her hair. Knocking on the door, she could make out a small shuffling sound as the other person approached the door. Kara sighed as the door opened. Standing in the doorway was an older woman, about ten years older than herself.
'Kara is that you?' the woman asked as she adjusted her glasses. 'Yes Connie, it's me.' 'Gracious girl, what are you doing here? And so early I might add.' 'I have a favor I need to ask of you.' Kara said. 'Come in then, and you can explain to me while we have some tea.'

Hours later, Kara had explained everything to Connie. The older woman sat there in deep
thought as Kara explained. Then, she looked up. 'I think I can help you with your problem. But not tonight. It's already eight. Why don't you spend the night here and we can start early in the morning. You can call Sean and tell him where you will be at.' Connie said as she got up. 'Thank you Connie and I will.' Kara said.

The next morning Kara awoke bright and early. She knew that Connie would still be asleep this early so she made her way downstairs to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator quietly as not to awaken the sleeping woman in the living room, Kara pulled out some eggs and bacon. Then she took out the milk. Grabbing a skillet she placed it on the stove. Then she lightly poured some oil in it. Connie's stove took a minute to heat up as Kara prepared the eggs. Checking the heat, Kara poured the beaten eggs into the skillet. As the eggs cooked, she grabbed a smaller pan and after oiling it, placed the bacon strips in. As the breakfast cooked, Kara looked out the kitchen window. What was Sean doing right now? He wasn't too happy when she had called him last night. Was it because he worried? Suddenly, Kara gasped. Squinting her eyes, she thought she had seen the same man as in her dream. Was he real? Or was her head playing tricks on her? Shaking her head Kara turned back toward the eggs and bacon. At least they weren't burnt.

'Mmm, what is that wonderful smell?' Connie said as she walked into the kitchen. Kara smiled as her friend sat down and looked at the stove. 'Kara, you didn't have to cook for me.' Connie told her as Kara sat a plate of eggs and bacon in front of her and poured a glass of milk for her friend. 'I'm just so grateful to you Connie. I wanted to do something for you.' 'Thank you Kara. When we are finished here, we can began with the figuring of your problems.' As they ate, Kara's thoughts went back to the strange image she had seen, or thought she had seen. 'Kara, what's wrong?' Connie asked as she put down her glass of milk. Kara was so busy thinking that she did not hear Connie. 'Kara? Are you all right?' 'Hmm?' Kara looked up and at Connie. 'I'm fine Connie, just thinking. Hey can I ask you something?' 'Go ahead.' 'Who lives next door?'
'The Brief family. Why?' 'Nothing, it's just that well...' Kara stopped and looked at the expression on Connie's face. What was she going to say? That she saw the same man from her dream? 'Kara, did you see something?' Connie asked. Biting her lip, Kara nodded her head. 'At least, I think I saw something. It could have been my imagination...or something like it.'

Chapter 3 up and still going strong.
Who was the strange man Kara saw? Is he really someone from her dreams or is it really her imagination?
And can Connie really help her with her problem?

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