She couldn't place the other woman, but she sensed enough to know that the memories weren't hers. One of those, the fake ones the monks collected from Buffy and placed into her head to help her pass for human. Even though she couldn't really feel temperatures in her dreams, Dawn shivered. She still had a hard time thinking of herself as not human. Anyway, Dawn could only remember that the other woman's name also started with a D.
She hadn't noticed, as the still-faceless guy guided her around the dance floor, that something had begun to glow. She'd begun to glow. She raised her hands, staring at them as the air shimmered a vivid emerald around her fingers. The guy's hands released her, and as she looked up at him, he pushed her away, disgust plain on his generic features. She glanced around at the crowd around her, and saw the same expression on every face. The air around her wavered like heat over asphalt on a summer day. The crowd drew back and Dawn found herself alone on the dance floor, half-familiar faces staring at her from the sidelines.
This dream was quickly turning into a nightmare.
Dawn wished she could force herself to wake up. Looking around in desperation, she met Jack's eyes. He was still watching her, and unlike everyone else, he didn't look like he wanted to throw stones at her. He looked almost - intrigued.