Dream of the Mysterious Land, a Supernatural fanfic

Dream of the Mysterious Land

I am a dreamer. I fantasize my future, my looks, my careers, and my family. I am not a daydreamer. I am Raven, a pure night dreamer.

I love to sleep and I get lots of rest, but why am I a night dreamer? When I dream at night, I sometimes see my future or someone else’s. I was born this way. This magic was passed to me from my father before he died in the Vietnam War.

My father was a great solider; he was strong inside and out and he never had his head down.

My father also loved to work. He studied math, history and science all together in one day to keep his brain still working for when he would return home from war. But there was something else that he also studied, something that he believed in, something that only mom and I would know: Fortunes and Astrology. He concentrated on it seriously, especially when he was 17. When I was 15, he taught me palm reading, oracles, witchcraft, and my most favorite, dreams. I concentrated on all of them everyday for me and for my father. He expected that my first fortune dream era will begin on my 16th birthday.

I had my first dream on my 16th birthday. I owned a farm in the dream, and the only animals I owned in that farm were black pigs. I questioned my father about it before he left us and he said that my dream meant that I was strong and beautiful and this will be a great 16th year of my life. And it turned out to be a great year. That touched me for ever so long.

I’ve always had good dreams, never a bad one until one night, which was on my 17th birthday.

On the evening of my 17th birthday, my father has been dead for about a week when the war was halfway over. I tried not to think about him most of the time and refused to talk about him. It was an alright day without him, but not as great as the times when he was here to celebrate. “He is here celebrating,” My mother explained “just not in person. But he is here, Raven.”

I tried to smile but I couldn’t. I was too depressed. My mother held back her tears and whimpered “I think it’s time for us to go to bed,” She gave me a big hug and laughed a little. “Miss Sweet 17 needs her rest, and she must find out what her 17th year will be like!”

I went to my room, blew out the candles, and snuggled into bed and I was out like a light. This was the beginning of my strange fortune lookout for my 17th year of life.

Cold wind was blowing upon my face. It startled me, but I did not open my eyes. I already knew that I was dreaming.

I stretched out my body, with my eyes still closed, until I felt the edge of something. I finally opened my eyes and looked down. This wasn’t just any edge. This was a cliff of a mountain.

I stood up and gazed around me. I was standing on a mountain, the Sierra Nevada-California Mountains, and below was nothing but a valley with miles and miles of pine trees. I wasn’t at the top though, I was barley near there. I head towards my way to the top of the mountain and I did not feel weak and my feet weren’t sore, so I decided to keep moving.

By the time the sun was set in the western sky of Earth, I had made it to the dead top of the mountain. I had a bad case of acrophobia, but when I looked down the mountain, I was not afraid only because this was my 17th dream. I didn’t know what my dream meant so far; I did not study about land.

As I faced my fear, I saw a small Indian village with many tents up and children playing. For some odd reason, the village was the only thing I could see from this mountain.

I kneeled down; I saw more objects. I lied down; now I could see everything: teepees, children, women knitting, men riding their mustangs, and families sitting around the fire having rituals. I was amazed, but the minute they all saw me, they waved at me and invited me to come down. I was so delighted and pleased that I decided to head on down there until I heard a thrash of thunder and speeding line of lightning appeared. I looked above me, and I noticed clouds forming all around, getting prepared for a nasty storm. I looked down to where the village was, but it disappeared! I looked everywhere, no trees, no land, no ground, and no village! Gone, gone, gone! I glared at the clouds again and they spat tiny raindrops on me which later became a great rainfall. I was no longer on a mountain; I was floating in the sky instead. But then I started to fall. Falling into nowhere.

I woke up with a fright and my heart trying to escape from my chest. I quickly checked the time and it was 3 A.M. I sprung out of my bed and re-lighted my candles and searched in the drawers of my nightstand to find the dream book my father had made me. I flipped it open to the table of contents and looked up “Land”. The description for a landscape in my dream meant I will have an adventure this year, a big one. I then looked up “Falling Dream” and it said “You will run away from something you most fear. Stress is ahead of you.”

I closed the book and threw it at the wall. I couldn’t go back to sleep that night. I just sat there on my floor in my room waiting for the sun to rise, and thinking about how my 17th year of living is going to suck.

I am now 49 years of age. I survived my 17th year and nothing toostressful had come into my life. That was also the age that I stopped dreaming. I stopped believing fortunes ever since school ended because nothing bad has happened ever since that dream. I blamed my father at first for doing this crazy Wicca stuff with me, but then I later thought about it. I thought the magic had stopped because he had died. I’ve believed my observation ever since this day on. I still have the book to look at and to remember something by. And I still do have dreams, but not as serious. However, I am just glad that fall had brought me back into my own bed.

The End