Linda's Power
Character: Linda When: Friday Night, 11:27pm Location: In her bedroom Warnings/Ratings: Mild Language, Creepy things Summary: Dark dreams trigger power Status: Complete
Linda went to bed early to escape the idea of dinosaurs. It was really outside of her own mindset. How does someone deal with it? Sleep it away, wait a few more days. Maybe it'll be better. Maybe next time the creatures will be something she had seen before. She nestled into her bed, and lifted her pillow. She didn't carry the picture on her since the humidity, but it was her most prized possession. Her thumb caressed the photo, as she kept her pillow mostly over the image, to anyone passing by, it mostly looked like she was praying versus tenderly remembering. She laid it down and rested her head. She closed her eyes, running through her head, as she did every night, who she was. Surprisingly, she didn't even finish her ritual before she had faded to sleep.
In the dream, it was all in black and white. She seldom dreamed in color, for when she dreamed in color, it was only red. She walked through the room, and a skeleton pulled itself out of the ground. "Linda, Linda," it chanted to her, "join me, join me." She jumped back in her sleep, wanting to escape. Then another skeleton came out, but this wasn't all bones, skin was dangling off the skull.
"You belong among us, you belong among the dead." Linda jumped back in the dream, hoping for fire. Fire always ran the dead away, according her mother's superstitions. How she remembered that in her sleep was one of the strange things of the dream world.
"Leave me, leave me," her words came out garbled in real life, but weren't so in the dream world. She could hear herself, and tried to rationalize she was dreaming and should wake, but it did not come. This time, another dead body sprung out from under her, and she tried to jump up, and she felt weightless, almost as if she were flying. It was exhausting, but she was away from the creature below her.
As more skeletons continued coming out of the ground some with skin dangling off of them, the rest just bare, rats ran over their bones. The rats were a bit more exaggerated with larger teeth, and red eyes. The skeletons then looked up to her, or as much as one could without eyes, and their mouths opened as if to speak again. Out of their mouths, cockroaches came rushing out. Out of the sky, it began to rain. Behind the midst of skeletons, cockroaches, and rats, there stood her brother, covered in blood.
"Linda," was all he said and she shot awake. She grasped, grabbing onto her chest, looking around wildly. There were no rats, bones, roaches, blood. All gone. As she woke more to this world than the dream world, did she realize she was no longer touching the bed. She gasped and held her breath far too tightly as she grasped that she was hovering over the blasted bed! Her fear grew, and it only lifted her a little higher.
"Meu Deus, Meu Deus me salvar!" She gasped out, she curled her legs to herself, a human cannon ball just hovering in the air. Frightened, she reached under her until she could touch the bed. It had to be about 6 inches, but it shook her, and she realized very quickly, she had jerky control of herself at best. When she pushed slightly on the bed, it pushed her over the edge. Her body lowered itself, and she was prepared to hit the ground, but instead, hovered about six inches over her floor. Get yourself together Ryder, think! She tried to 'stand up' so to speak from her hover, but it failed. Her movements were causing her to move around, but still hover. Okay, so this wasn't so much control issue ... or was it?
She shuddered for only a few moments longer, but made herself calm down. She closed her eyes and focused on a small home in North Carolina. White house, blue flowers, a dog outside, children playing, songs of birds. She focused on it tightly, and after a few seconds her breathing slowed, her blood pressure dropped and fear left her. She whispered 2 Timothy 1:7 to herself softly, and she felt herself touch the ground gently. She opened her eyes and sprung to her feet. She had a power. She had not be spared.
"I see not the good in this yet, but it will be controlled." She said in softly. Normally she went to the pool after her nightmares, but not on this night. This night, she needed to figure what advantage this power could hold, and how to control it. Her body cried out with exhaustion from its use, but maybe she'll learn to get over that too.