Dream: at the theater
The theater was not one Rey knew, but it was the sort of place that she would have gone with Aunt Leah in the Capital: heavy carved wood, red velvet, and the ceiling of the theater was covered in stars. It was full of an audience unknown to Rey, who was sitting in the middle rear of the theater.
She didn't recognise the play, but it was something Greek looking, with players draped in heavy velvet robes with golden masks. There was chanting and singing. Most of those around her seemed to know the tune. Some of them even seemed to be joining in the chorus.
A girl was brought out on stage; there was a knife; Rey could feel power building. It was Dark and terrible and Rey was alone against it. But she was not alone. The magicians of her lineage, her teachers, they would always be with her. She rose, disrupting the chant, and tore apart the structure that was coming together even as the knife rose.
Then she realised she was the girl, too, and she screamed, and the chandelier collapsed on the audience and Rey found herself awake in her own bed. Awake, alone, feeling out of breath and tired as if she'd exerted herself magically.
Rey grabbed her phone and started to dial Luke's number, but before she'd finished the long string of digits, she remembered that he wasn't there to answer any more. Dropping the phone, she sat the rest of the way up and rubbed her nose, letting her fingertips carry away a few stray tears.