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Soon I understand that this day has yet to give me more trouble. I dump my tired and acing body down in my bed, to let the sleep carry me away in its soft embrace.

My surroundings are cloudy and wavy as if I am trying to look at it from underwater.

"Chu pit! I should've known that all that extra venom would push me in one of these prophetic dreams" I say to myself.

Then I concentrate on my breathing, and try to just receive the feelings of the dream. It is hard, because in contrast to a real dream, right now I am aware of all the strange things I see. If I react to them, I will change the dream to something I would expect to happen, instead of what the future will really be like.

I stand in a big empty building of stone; I can't hear anything and my vision continue to billows, making me dizzy. Instead feelings are flowing unnaturally strong against my senses. This dream doesn't behave like I am used to.

In the corner of my eye I see someone close a hidden door in the corridor outside of the room I am in. I get a felling of glee and anticipation from someone else than me. Maybe the person I just saw.

The situation change, now I stand in the middle of a big crowd. I can't see anything other than the many bodies, which is moving and screaming close around me. They are behaving like some kind of big mindless animal, and the whole situation scares me.

My ears still can't hear anything, other than a strange empty swishing sound, which has been there for the whole dream, but I only recently am able to focus on. I feel sick, and all kinds of emotions push hard towards me, knotting into each other. It's a lot of different upset feelings around me, but before I get a chance to make any sense of it, the dream changes one more time.

Now I am running toward a gypsy wagon in an unknown city, it is evening. The white unbleached dress I'm wearing is fluttering around my ankles, making it hard not to fall. I'm in a great hurry, and it is important I get there in time. I also have a feeling I'm running to find a person I know, or at least has met before.

One last time the scenery change, and this time are different. The whole dream is more normal. (If you can call a prophetic dream normal under any circumstances) The underwater feel is gone, and my hearing is back.

I am in a basement of some big place. It is several people in a big room ahead; I stand in the shadows and walk slowly toward them. One person is lying down on a table, screaming.

I get closer, and can now see the tree men more clearly. Terrified I see it is Jeck that is bound to the table, seemingly tortured by the two other people; I hurry forward to help him. Not able to just stand by and watch anymore.

Jeck look up as I run for him, he stops me with his eyes. I ignore him and try to continue forward, it feels like walking thru glue.

"Tess" he says with a rough cracked voice. I feel my heart ace and don't know what feelings are real anymore. But I really don't care! I am both angry and afraid at this possibly future.

"You have to go, you know it. Hurry up!"

"No!" I protest, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"You have to!" He says again, sounding tired but stern.

The two other persons are standing still while we speak, preparing something nasty with their backs to us. Either they can't hear us, or are just ignoring us.

"You already did the choice, stay by it." Jeck says firmly.

"What choice?" I ask, trying to get some information out of this horrible mess.

He doesn't get the chance to answer, as the two human monsters put something in his lower back that makes him scream. And no matter how I fight, I get farther away from him until everything around me is blackness.

I wake up shaking and drenched in cold sweat. It is still early morning, and I painfully roll out of my bed to land on the thick mat. Unable to do anymore than sit there on the floor, I try to make sense of the things that I seen. Why had the first tree situations been so strange and waving? What in Mithos name could the last dream mean? I still feel the terror from it all cling to me, like a bad smell.

I don't know how long I sat like that, trying to fit my cracked reality back together. A loud knock on my door wake me from my brooding. Heater get in with a big smile on her face, I did not get a chance to answer to her knock, or even get up from the floor. Her smile falls of as she hurries towards me.

"Tess is you sick, hurt, what happened?"

I weakly say something about a bad dream and that I am feeling better. I can't tell if she hears me. And even if she did hear, she did definitely not believe me. In a heartbeat she is back, acting as my old maid. In a matter of moments she makes sure the hot bathwater is ready, that I get out of my cold and wet nightdress, that I am not hurt or feverish.

All in all, I'm fussed over in a very familiar and soothing way. In the bath tube with heather massaging my neck and shoulders to get the stiffness out of them, I start to feel human again.

"You don't even listen to me." She complains

"No, I do listen" I lie

"Not a chance! I just told you the reason I was coming to see you so early, were because I have got information that Kavenlows ship has been spotted by the early fishermen. I wanted to give you the good news first!"

"What! Kavenlow? But it is at least 5 days until he's expected!" I turn around in the bath to face Heater, look her seriously in the face.

"I guess he must have got permission to go early then." She tells me while shrugging, not aware of the different problems in the shadows that make this news so big for me.

"But, but that means he will arrive today! What should I wear? Where will we meet? And what will we talk about!" The thoughts are spinning in my head while I babble. I feel feverish, even thou Heater have just concluded my temperature being normal. Too much is happening right now.

"Heh. you really look forward to meeting him" Heater answers with a small smile on her face.

"Yes, but I also feel terrified at the same time," I admits to my oldest friend.

"Heater will you check if my dark blue dress is washed and…" I trail of, remembering that heater is no longer my maid to command.

"Sorry, I should not ask you do these things it is not your responsibility anymore." I feel guilty to not have thought twice about letting her work when she came here to visit.

"It is always my responsibility to look after you, especially if I find you in such a sorry state like this morning. Beside you can't stop me when you are not properly dressed, can you?" She teases me, sounding like she really enjoys herself.

"No I suppose not" I answer her with a tired laugh, feeling sheepish. If she wants to do something she will make sure it happens. Like she always have. I do know

The combined force of having Heater there, and knowing I would see Kavenlow in just a few hours; helped to distract me from bad thoughts of the future. I even succeeded to slip by most of her questions about my and Jecks relationship. Sure she continued and demanded more info for at least half an hour while I was dried and dressed. By my experience it is nothing compared to how it would have been if I told her everything.

My world may be strange, but with heater in it I think I can manage.