Dreams Pass in Time, by Wren Skywalker Ch.1 Anakin sat up in bed, sweat dripping from his forehead. He breathed quickly and called into the next room to his master, Obi- Wan Kenobi. When Obi-Wan came bursting through the door, Anakin patted the spot beside him on the bed and the Jedi master sat down.
" What is it, Anakin?" asked obi wan. He was becoming agitated; he didn't appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night when there obviously wasn't any danger. Anakin ran his fingers through his spiky blond hair.
" Master, I . I had the dream again." Anakin was in distress over a recurring dream he had had again. Obi-Wan sighed and looked at Anakin sternly.
" Anakin, how many times must I tell you? You must forget about the senator in order to become a great Jedi. Your thoughts betray you. Control them," said Obi-Wan as he rose to leave the padawan for the night. Anakin grabbed his master's cloak and when obi wan turned to look at him, Anakin stared at him with large, scared eyes. To master Kenobi, Anakin looked like he did ten years ago, when he was just a boy, afraid to leave his mother.
"Anything else, my young padawan?" asked Obi-Wan in a softer voice. Anakin sighed and wiped his forehead with a corner of the thin sheets barely covering his bare chest.
"Master, please, let me tell you about the dream."
"Anakin, I've heard this before. I know exactly what happens. The senator-," Obi-wan was interrupted by anakin.
"Just let me tell you again. It helps to talk about it," said the padawan in a low, quiet voice. Obi wan nodded and stood up.
"All right, and I suppose we should have some jawachino while you tell me again of your dream."
Anakin stood up and followed his master into the small kitchen they shared. He sat down weakly in a hard metal chair and obi wan brought two steaming mugs of jawachino to the table. The master took a sip of his drink, waiting for the troubled padawan to begin his tale. Anakin swirled his jawachino with a spoon and looked down into the dark brown liquid.
"Her hair is brown like this. It's soft and warm, and it smells like lilac. I remember when master Qui-gon was taking me to Naboo. Padme was there. I was very young; only nine; but I knew I loved her. She leaned in close to me, bending low to pick something up, and I could smell her hair as it passed over my face," thought Anakin out loud. Obi-wan shook his head.
"Anakin, once again, your thoughts betray you. You cannot love Senator Amidala. It is forbidden. You know that. Besides, I'm not missing hours of precious sleep just to hear you recollect vivid memories of the senator." Obi wan frowned deeply at his padawan. Anakin knew there was no way to make his master understand.
"Yes, master, terribly sorry master. I try to remember, master. Now, on to my dream. It started on Tatooine, where I lived as a moisture farmer. I was married to Padme, and we had two children. It was very early in the morning, and I was still asleep. Padme had gone out to pick mushrooms in a patch about a mile from our house. She never came back. I left the children with a man, I don't remember who it was; but I knew he was safe to leave them with; and went looking for her. I was gone all day; I asked everyone I could find for directions to the Tuskin Raider camp. I suspected she was captured by a band of them. When I found the camp, the raiders were huddled around a large fire. There were huts in the distance. I stayed hidden in the shadows and found the hut where Padme was, using the Force." Anakin took a deep breath, pausing briefly to glance at his apparently unmoved master, before starting his story again.
" I burst into the hut with my light saber. It was dimly lit with a small fire. In the middle of the hut, Padme was tied to a large stake with leather cords, digging into her wrists. She had-," Anakin swallowed hard, as if having trouble with what he was about to say. "--she had bruises on her face and deep cuts on her arms. There was blood everywhere, and her clothes were tattered. I cut her from the stake with my saber and she fell into my arms. She was thin, and I could barely feel her stomach rise against my arms as she breathed. She tried to speak, but I told her to save her strength. She said there wasn't time, and she said she loved me, and then she-," Anakin took another deep breath. "--and then she died in my arms. Right there; I couldn't save her." Anakin buried his face in his hands and his shoulders began to shake as he sobbed like a little boy. Obi wan sighed. He had heard it before, the whole story.
" Anakin, your dream will never become a reality, you know that. You cannot marry Senator Amidala. It is impossible. Your dream will never happen. Don't worry."
"But, master, I have this dream almost every night. I don't like seeing Padme in pain. It hurts me." Anakin raised his head and looked pitifully at Obi-wan.
"Anakin, you haven't seen the senator in ten years, not since master Qui-gon and I brought you to Coruscant to start your training. Perhaps you are just worried for her safety," contemplated Obi-wan thoughtfully.
"But master, the dream-,"
"Yes, padawan, that's all it is. A dream. Dreams pass in time."