A/N: So just a reminder…I am new to writing fan fictions…

Chapter 2: Sweet Dreams

Throughout the years, I've had my fair share of strange dreams. When I was five, an old woman who looked to be eighty, appeared in my dream. She was smiling at me, and didn't speak much. When she did, everything she said was mumbled. I don't remember much of how the whole dream went, but I recall she said her name was Mags. I told Mom about it the next day, and she said that it was just a dream, and meant nothing important.

When I was six, I had a dream of a very handsome man. He was tall, and muscular, with tan skin, and bronze colored hair. And he had the most amazing sea green eyes. some reason, this dream stuck in my head, even though it was only a year after I dreamed of Mags. He reminded me a lot of Finnick. Mommy and Daddy's friend, Annie Odair's son. He was seventeen, then.

The man went on to same his name was Finnick too! He was smiling at me most of the time. He told me a looked a lot like my mother. But, that I had my father's blue eyes. He had a good sense of humor, and an easy going nature. At the end of the dream, I asked if I would see him again. He promised he would try.

And true to his promise, he did come again. A few months later, when I was eight, ten, and finally thirteen. When he said, he couldn't visit me anymore. I started crying, and he held my hand the rest of the dream.

I never told Mom about Finnick. He was my secret, and I wanted to keep it that way.

When I was nine, a girl who looked to be fourteen or fifteen visited me in a dream. She had fire-red hair, and amber eyes. She acted sly, and elusive, as she blended in with the surroundings of the dream. I didn't notice her till she came out calling, "Katniss?"

I whipped around, my dark braid swinging around. When my blue eyes connected with hers, she looked like she was about to run.

During the dream after we warmed up to each other, although we still watched each other cautiously, on our guard.

I think she said her name was Finch. But, I called her Foxface. She didn't seem to mind though.

Foxface took quite a liking to me, and visited my dreams every few months.

I told Mom about Foxface once. I never said Foxface though I said to her, "I dreamed about a girl with hair like fire, and eyes like amber. Her name was Finch." She never thought much of it, but commented people must take a huge liking to me since I had many dreams about them.

When I was ten, I had a dream of a girl who looked to be my age. She was singing the four note tune I heard from the Mockingjay's, to the Mockingjay's.

She had satiny brown skin, thick, dark hair, and her eyes were a beautiful golden. She was standing how I stand most of the time.

Leaning forward on her toes, arms extended slightly. She had on a sheer dress, with shimmering gossamer wings.

When she saw me, she smiled widely, then ran to give me a hug. I was slightly taken aback, but the girl made me feel safe. And she smelled like warm, summer air.

Her name was Rue, and she knew my mother through the 74th annual Hunger Games. I knew about them from school, and that Mommy and Daddy played an important role in them.

Rue told me more than I learned at school. More than Mommy told me. More than Daddy told me. At one point, I asked her why she was telling me. Her reply was, "You need to know."

She visited me a lot to. More than Foxface, and Finnick. I did tell Mommy about her. I decided against telling her more after her first reaction.

"Morning Mom," I said bounding into the kitchen. "Mommy." she turned and smiled at me.

"Good morning dear." she said, kissing me atop the head. "Sleep well?"

I smiled. I slept GREAT. There was this girl. And she was really pretty. She had dark hair, and skin like brown satin. And her eyes…were like…gold. She was named after a flower to. Just like me. And she told me…" I hesitated, biting my lower lip. "Things…" I continued. "And her name was Rue and-" Mom cut me off.

"What did you just say?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Her name was Rue." I answered, a bit confused.

"Was this in your dream?" mother asked slowly, her eyes closing.

"Yeeess" I replied.

It was silent for a couple of moments. Just Mom gripping the back of a kitchen chair, breathing slowly. Finally, she broke the silence.

"It was just a dream. Don't bother me with your fantasies" her voice flat.

"But-" I started

"It was JUST A DREAM!" she said firmly.

"Alright." I said softly, backing out of the kitchen.

The only person who visited me more in my dreams than Finnick…More than Foxface…And more than Rue…was someone very special. I remember the first time I saw her. I was twelve years old…

I was wearing my dark hair in a braid, my blue eyes were shimmering in the sun. We were in a meadow. There was a girl there. She looked a lot like me. Except she had blonde hair, that was pulled back in the same braid as mine. We both had light skin, mine not olive like my mother's. She was wearing a pretty blue smock, and shiny white boots. I was wearing old clothes of my mother's. It was a white, frilly shirt, and a green skirt, that was a tad bit big on me.

I heard the babbling of a brook nearby. The sky was a beautiful blue, big, puffy white clouds lined the sky. The grass felt cool, between my barefoot toes. The sun was shining, and bright. The grasses were dotted with all sorts of wildflowers; bright pink ones, lilac purple ones, baby blue ones, ones as white as duck fluff. There were Primroses, Rues, and Clovers.

Underneath a Weeping Willow the girl sat. She was stroking a cat with a muddy yellow coat. The cat was curled up in her lap, purring. I stealthily crawled through the tall grasses, on my stomach. When I got into a crouching position, I took a small step, stepping on a twig, and snapping it in two.

I held my breathe as the girl looked up. She somehow saw me. "Don't be afraid," she called. "I won't hurt you."

I slowly got up, and walked cautiously toward the girl. She patted the spot next to her, and I sat down.

"Primrose right? I'm Primrose too. Primrose Everdeen. And your, Primrose Mellark. I'm sorry I haven't visited you before. I didn't think it was the right time." she said, as if a normal occurrence.

But…but…that meant she was Mother's-

"Yes. I'm your Mother's little sister." Wow she's like a mind reader. "Were almost the same age you know." she continued. "I'm thirteen. Your twelve right?" I nodded my head. She smiled.

"I think were going to make great friends." she said, grabbing my hand. I looked down, surprised my hand didn't go through hers.

We talked for the rest of the dream. Mostly about how was I, what have I been up to, how's Rory, how's Mom and Dad, basic Aunt stuff.

I was sad when I could tell it was almost time to go. She saw the depressed look on my face.

"Don't worry." she told me. "I'll be back tomorrow night." she said.

I looked up. "You will?" I asked. She nodded her head, and I threw my arms around her neck. She laughed, and hugged me back, tightly. She kissed me on the cheek, and told me goodbye, as I stood up, and the scene slowly began dissolving.

I sat bolt right up in bed. Covered in a fine sheet of sweat. I wiped my forehead, and collapsed back on my pillow.