Brian was slipping into the state between being asleep and awake. His head was lolling and the image of the gray, flashing road was blurring as Syrus continued the car's forward movements. Brian was conscious he was dreaming—this is how it went:
He, Syrus, and Sabine were on the deck of a ship. A big one. With wooden floors and blue walls, lined with crown molding and wooden carvings. It was obviously an expensive sort of ship. Somehow Brian knew that it was called the Swahili and sure enough, as he looked railing, he saw the name painted in large white swirling letters. The waves pounded the bottom of the boat with a strong swash, making the letters look as if they were blinking navy, white, and then navy again. As Brian came up from the railing he noticed a platform in front of him: a wooden one, almost like a diving plank. Sabine, smiling and giving Brian an intense blue-eyed look stepped up onto the plank and walked to the edge. The water made her face glow with an opaque blue. Syrus soon followed suit.
They gave each other a significant look and then directed their gaze back to Brian. They looked like ghosts among the black sky and water. Suddenly a strange thing happened. Something was coming from them. A mist....No, an image? Brian watched as a hazy shadow came from their very bodies, and swirled into the night air, between him and the plank. The two images twisted together, only the color of shimmering white emitting from the two hazes. Brian opened his mouth and reached his hand out to touch them. When his fingers hit the mist however, it stopped drifting. In seconds, it had taken itself and locked onto Brian's hands, flowing through his fingertips and entering his torso, shooting into his brain and toes and imprinting itself onto his heart. "What was that?" Brian whispered in his dream.
Sabine and Syrus smiled.
"There you go," they said, their blue eyes getting eerier as the night became darker.
"There you go what?"
"We gave you some..."
"Some of what?"
"Our inner child."
Brian felt a hard slap on his shoulder.
"Shut up, man, I was trying to get some sleep over here!" It was Rayanne, her voice sounding piercing after the tranquility of Brian's dream. "Sorry," he answered sheepishly.
"Yeah, you should be. You were talking like a loony over there." Rayanne leaned her head back to her side of the window closed her eyes.
She popped them open soon enough.
"What were ya dreamin' about?" she asked. Rayanne could never resist an instant to be curious. "Uh, nothing. Just, like you know, a nightmare." Rayanne nodded and went back to her window.
Brian chanced a glance at Sabine on his shoulder.
Her eyes were closed, but she had a sure smile on her face.
No, Brian thought to himself, that's impossible.......