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A Premonition
Galinda turned in her sleep. She was dreaming about the dance. A short dark-haired Munchkinlander was dancing with her, twirling her around and whispering in her ear. Everyone was having a good time, except for Elphaba, who was sitting in a chair quietly by herself.
The dream changed; Elphaba was with the Wizard, listening, talking hurriedly to him. She was dressed in black, as usual, and had a smart black hat with a veil on her head.
A man stood silently at the other end of the room. His clothes were dirty and ton, and he had blood stains on his body and clothes.
Galinda woke up, panting, with sweat glistening on her forehead in the moonlight. She glanced over at Elphaba, who was sound asleep in her own bed.
For the rest of the night, Galinda was unable to go back to sleep. She tossed and turned, and by the time the sun was up, her covers were so twisted around her that it took a few minutes to et out of them.
Elphaba rose around eight-o'-clock, hair tangled and eyes droopy. "Mornin'," she said as she awoke.
"Good morning," Galind replied, not telling Elphaba of her dream.
Elphaba groaned. "I've got Madame Pfot, today, first thing."
"Really? Well I don't have any classes today," said Galinda.
They dressed and then went to their own business; Elphaba went to Madame Pfot's class, and Galinda, well, Galinda went into town.
Galinda walked down the wide streets of Shiz. She passes an ice cream shop, but later went back to it and got a vanilla creame milkshake.
She spotted a library. It was a grand building, with tall stone columns and twin gargoyles on either side of it. Huge wooden doors stood prominently in the center.
Galinda walked over to it, and ran up the huge stone steps. As she pulled open one of the huge wooden doors, the warm, musty air of it seeped out and washed over her like a wave.
Inside, large, squishy chintz armchairs sat near a warm, crackling fire. Rows and rows and rows of books were lined up perfectly in front of a desk, where a middle-aged woman was sitting.
"May I help you?" she asked as Galinda passed.
"Oh, um – well – could you show me where the books on dreams are?" said Galinda.
"Sure. Follow me," the woman said simply.
She led Galinda down the thousands of rows of books. Finally, she stopped at one and said, "Here we are!"
Galinda thanked her, and the woman went off to go dust some bookshelves.
Hmm…Which one should I read, Galinda thought.
Finally, she reached out and plicked one at random. It was the color of an eggplant: deep purple with gold lettering. An Oracle of Dreams, she read. It was by someone named Sheffy Bard, a Quadling woman, as it said in the back of the book.
She opened it up, carefull not to tear the aged pages, and blew on it, and dust scattered. Galinda moved her finger down the page as she read:
Index
1. An Introduction to Dreams 3
2. What Causes Dreams 11
3. Effects of Dreams 28
4. Special Dreams and 54
Premonitions
Her finger stopped at the last title: Special Dreams and Premonitions. She quickly thumbed through the pages until she found page 54. She read:
Special Dreams and Premonitions
Special dreams, also known as premonitions, occur very rarely. They often tell of the future. Often they are very blurry.
For a complete guide to figure what your dreams mean, turn to page –
That was all she got to read, for a large hand clapped over her mouth, and she uttered a muffled scream.