Kiera Cameron (bitchcop) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-09-28 03:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kiera cameron |
Who: Kiera Cameron (Narrative)
What: Dream Things
When: Late September, Early Morning
Where: Her Apartment
Rating/Warnings: Low. Just some minor cursing.
Status: Complete!
Kiera didn’t believe the dreams were real. It was just stress. The way people talked about them, it made it seem real, like there was something there. But they were just dreams. Weren’t they? The idea that they were past lives or other worlds, it was ridiculous. Why would anyone believe that? Clearly, they were all suffering from some kind of mass delusion. Everyone in this place was crazy. And now she was going crazy too.
Maybe they weren’t dreams. Maybe they were past lives coming back to haunt them, remind them of all the horrible things they should have lived through, the terrible things they should have done.
She knew they weren’t just dreams, but she didn’t want to believe it. She didn’t want to believe the life she dreamed about was real. A life where she had a real husband and a real little boy she was never going to see again because she was never going to get home. She loved them more than anything in the whole world. She missed them. God, she missed them. And they weren’t even real to her.
And this was getting her nowhere.
Closing her eyes, she tried to drown out those thoughts with others, picturing case notes, crime scene photos, trying to shift her focus to something she could understand, something she was good at. A small part of her was hoping her phone would ring, so she would have an excuse to avoid sleeping. But she couldn’t stay awake forever, and eventually, she fell into a restless sleep.
There were no new dreams, just old dreams, repeating themselves; but this time, when she woke up, something was different. She had a dull, throbbing ache in her skull, and if that hadn’t been enough to convince her, something was wrong with her eyes.
No, no, no, no, no. This was not happening.
Sitting up, she dropped her feet to the ground, and a minute later she had to brace herself against a wall when standing up too quickly briefly caused the room to spin.
“Shit.”
Stumbling her way to the bathroom, she blindly felt for the switch, shutting her eyes tight as light flooded the room. Tightly gripping the sink, she forced her eyes back open, trying not to squint in the sudden brightness as she studied her reflection in the mirror.
She knew she wouldn’t find anything. Not on the outside. And this was definitely not all in her head.
“Shit.”
Okay. She could deal with this. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had chip implanted in her brain before. Of course, that had been a dream, and this was the real world. But she knew how this was supposed to work. She just had to concentrate.
Making her way back to her room, she sank onto the edge of the bed. “Okay, Kiera. You can do this.”
Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on the last few minutes, like she remembered doing that first night in the hotel room, and sure enough, she was watching it all happen again.
“There. See. Easy.”
Now if she could just make it through the entire day without getting distracted by the screen flashing in front of her face, she’d be set.
Yeah. She was definitely screwed.